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http://www.wimp.com/presidential/

In other news, I have a drippy-nose headcold, which kinda sucks. I intend to spend a lot of time warn and drinking tea. We'll see how accomplishable this is.

I really want to get my bike up and out again.

It's much nicer outside than you'd think, looking through the windows.

I'll be really, really, really glad to be working only one job, rather than volunteering one day a week, working another job two days a week, fitting in a second job in the spaces between where that second job involves negotiation with both clients and the girl who's taking over the business over times, rehearsing a play, and doing extra work-stuff on weekends. This is too much scheduling, too much overhead being used nonproductively, especially if I'm gonna be sick. I'm doing things badly, I'm ducking out on things I should be doing, and I don't like any of that.

I want someone to make me chicken soup and tea. I don't want to practice my lines, try to decide if I should pull a 36-hour-awake-weekend while sick and if not who I should ditch, scrub down my rat cage, or try to negotiate perilous datespace with Juggler if he wants to do home renovations and I want to be comfortably sick. I don't want to think about my bank account, write my resume, or finish my citizenship application (which involves going outside and getting pictures of me taken, and having photocopies of stuff made, basically).

I feel good being able to make nice clear statements like this. I know I can't always get what I want, as the song goes, but it feels good to make some record of it. I like my baby cichlids. I like my koi and my rats. I loooove my bed-with-heating-pad.

I'm having good dreams lately. Tomorrow I work in the rain, and I have a raincoat. Sometime soonish my metal halide light should go up.

I can make a wicked pot of chai.

It's fall.