In which the author rambles on about nothing much.
My hands are _cold_. My first ticket today was a down server, which
meant spending an hour in a computer room. By the end of it I was
tempted to go curl up under a table and wait for snowfall. I did,
though, spend the long periods while the machine was booting finishing
Lois McMaster Bujold's The Warrior's Apprentice. I see
why so many people are screaming Miles fans now.
I'm ridiculously tired despite getting nearly nine hours of sleep. Am
I over-sleeping? Have I suddenly stopped needing as much? Am I just
so tense that I'm not relaxing even when asleep? Earl will be here
tomorrow night; if I sleep noticeably better when he's around I suppose
I'm just doomed until January. I need more data.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer had its 2nd season premiere last
night. It was really much better than I had any right to expect.
Buffy angsts over having been dead! (How Mage.) Xander and Willow
almost kiss! The Anointed One gets to speak! And, dear lord, the club
scene. It really is a good thing Earl will be here
tomorrow night. Talk about frustrated hormones.
Social dynamics during Buffy were amusing. People are interested in
other people. People aren't sure what to do about being chased. I sit
smugly in my position as Taken Woman and watch.
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