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So in the course of hauling boxes out of storage, I seem to have managed to make my bad knee swell up even more, acquired bruises on the backs of both hands, and made my biceps sore. The first two I get, but . . . biceps?

Whatevs. I am moved in, my roomie's moved in, I have a design launch to go to on Tuesday (O SHI--), we're gonna go to the museum, and life is generally pretty good.

I should, like, update with substance one of these days.

Well, perhaps this is not substance, but:

『THEVILLAINMEME』

Also: So, Biden, huh? Roomie thinks we're fucked. I have no opinion yet, except that I gleaned from CNN that he opposed Obama early in the campaign, which I can't necessarily see as a bad thing. If you want someone to balance your inexperience/opinions/whatever, someone who disagrees with you but is willing to work with you to a compromise is a decent way to do that. That's dialectics!

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I took a nap and dreamed that the Midsummer Night's Dream cast was reunited and we were gonna do put it on at Valdez, Overnighter-style, with, like, twelve hours of rehearsal, and I was so, so happy. Even when the dream took on actor's nightmare overtones of the director never showing up and rehearsal never happening.

'Course, then I woke up and tried to remember how our cut of Midsummer went and completely couldn't, which was rather a let down. But man, do I miss that show. I wish I knew where my DVD of it was.

Ah, well. I should take my Starbucks Treat Receipt and get something cold and caffeinated to drink.

ETA: . . . I went looking up Civil War sites near Pittsburgh for a thing and now I have "When Johnny Comes Marching HOme" stuck in my head. *hairclutch* I keep expecting Slim Pickens to start making commentary on the Ruskies.

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HOW LONG HAS THIS EXISTED AND I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT IT.

CAN I PLEASE TAKE THIS BOY HOME.