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*double-checks the hard copy of Dead Men In Dark Suits I printed out and bound together today* Jesus, was I drunk when I used the three-hole punch on this? There are seven or eight sections of paper sticking blatantly out from the top of the draft. (Also, if we were being literal and judging a book by its covers, or more aptly the space between them, it turns out I wrote the telephone book. Who knew?)

In other news, I really need to get up off my butt and start organizing stuff for my trip tomorrow. I'm pretty much already packed, but I still need to make sure my room is all straightened up and whatnot. *smacks own cheek* Wake up, stupid! Grrrr.

EDIT: You know, it occurred to me today at work that if I didn't spend most of my life desperately afraid of starting a fight or getting yelled at, I'd probably get a hell of a lot more done. My usual reaction to either one of those is to turn so introverted as to nearly turn myself inside out, a trick which I'm pretty sure would only be considered impressive in med schools. "Look, kids! My epidermis is reversible!"

I'm sure my painfully shy teenage self appreciates those times when I let her out of her cage, though, so at least I've got that going for me. Poor teenage me. She just sat in a corner and tried desperately not to do anything someone would yell at her for doing. *sigh*

In other news, I can't remember which movies I put in my DVD wallet for my trip. So, you know, tomorrow I get a minor surprise. :)