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She's like the girl in the movie when the Spitfire falls
Like the girl in the picture that he couldn't afford
She's like the girl with the smile in the hospital ward
Like the girl in the novel in the wind on the moors

~~Marillion
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Egads, people. Will this ever end?

The day started with me being so angry I was almost in tears. I thought the four people who were supposed to come to the second part of the corset workshop had bailed, which meant that I missed my niece Baylee’s graduation in Georgia for nothing. Thankfully, two of the people did show up, and we completed their corsets. It was a thrill to lace them into them and see how great they looked. I’ll add, though, that I’ve heard nothing from the other two people, nor from the missing four from the first part of the workshop. I’m amazed and saddened. It’ll be a cold day in hell before I organise something like this again.

After the workshop ended, I came inside and called Baylee. She sounds great. I also talked to my dad (Happy Father’s Day), my mom, and my sister. That was all good.

Ken went to a Kingdom-wide rapier practise in the morning, then came home, showered quickly, and headed out to take his dad to a Corvette show. Even though his dad’s wife was also going, I bowed out—too much to do, and not enough interest in Corvettes. A damn good thing I did…

Yesterday I saw that I finally had a new journal to copy edit for Sage. I downloaded it today and began working on it. Then I opened my Sage e-mail to write a message, and learned that the new journal isn’t due on Saturday, as the online message had said. Nope, it’s due _Wednesday_. After I recovered from my aneurism… I worked for about three and a half hours on it this afternoon and evening, breaking only for supper, a quick sit in the hot tub, and finally, when my brain gave out, to curl up with Ken and watch “Bring It On.”

I need to own this movie.

Eliza Dushku in a cheerleading outfit. Kirsten Dunst in a cheerleading outfit. Eliza and Kirsten in the same bed (although sadly, they failed to take my suggestions of what to do next). And, quite honestly, while this was nowhere near a brilliant movie, it was pretty damn good. Very funny. Quirky, even. Decently acted. Today’s journal title is a line from it, which had me on the floor.

Did I do anything else today? Finalized the docs for the mask and the banner for the A&S contest. All I have left to do is two more docs, finish The Project That Cannot Be Mentioned (which is moving along swiftly—maybe two hours’ worth of work left), and arrange any display material (e.g., pick fabric to put under the German placket).

No writing, though. Just no time or brain. Lots of stress, but I’m feeling a bit better. I warned Ken that I’d need help over the next few days, and he’s already dived in and done dishes and taken out trash and recycling and all that. I know I’ll feel a lot better after the interview’s over. It’s not so much the interview itself as the huge block of time away from home. After that, there’s fighter practise on Tuesday night (like I ever go) and A&S on Wednesday night, and that’s it. Probably a quick food shopping in there as well. It’ll all be all right. I don’t know if I’ll have time to write tomorrow—it’ll be all about reading Knock ‘Em Dead, interviewing, and copy editing. But I’m shooting for Tuesday.

We swapped cats tonight, with Charlie in the front of the house and the other two in the back. Charlie didn’t want to hang out with us in the living room, but she liked the study well enough. She’s such a cutie. It’s slowly sinking into my brain that her cranky/annoyed noises are actually her happy noises.

Ohhh, now she’s in the bathroom sink. She’s so damn cute.

I can’t think of a pithy way to end this entry.


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