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Today is the first day I've been reliably human since Thursday. Five days of a cold plus one day of a migraine (and I have no idea what triggered it). I haven't even left the house since Wednesday night.

I also did pretty much nothing but sleep and eat. I have no idea why people on the CalorieKing forums worry about keeping to their calories when they're sick or after surgery ... you're SICK. You need ENERGY. Okay, I'd probably have been better off with foods somewhat more nutritious than Ding Dongs and chili dogs but I'm not going to worry overly much about it...I actually lost half a pound while sick.

In other news, had a new twist on the standard school anxiety dream - I dreamed that it was the first day of classes and I hadn't bothered to look up what classes I had that semester, so at 7 AM I was frantically flipping through a published catalog of sorts that listed your name and what classes you were signed up for, but couldn't find my name in it. And there was a giant wall of bookshelves made up of boxes stacked on each other that fell over.

ETA: Also you guys need to remind me to go by the pharmacy and pick up my refills. I keep forgetting to.

Two anthologies

Currently reading Songs of the Dying Earth , a tribute anthology to Jack Vance and his Dying Earth series, about a third of the way through. I do not particularly fault Vance for the secondary role of women in a lot of Dying Earth stuff, as the stories are a product of their time. I do, however, wonder why more of the tribute writers did not seize upon the opportunity to fix that.*

Also read Welcome to Bordertown, and although I loved the Bordertown series when I was younger, it doesn't speak to me as much now. I identified a lot more with the character in one of the stories who found they weren't a fit for Bordertown. I think as I get older, the idea of living in squats and doing Art-with-a-capital-A and hanging out in clubs and whatnot just doesn't appeal to me, even with magic involved. The people doing that seem less like edgy rebels and more like pretentious twits. I fear this means I am an Adult.


* Editorial choice, perhaps? Who knows?

Things That Scare My Cat

A roll of brown paper.

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Walking around the building 12 min. Miles: 1 Total: 1204 mi. From Lorien: 346 mi. Midnight. Sam hears racing water.

Hey!

Someone needs to write a story about someone like this woman, the only known female eagle hunter in Kazakhstan.

(ETA: Link to the blog entry about his visit with her by the original photographer in estara's comment on LJ.)

Barring that, have a look at a cat standing on its head on top of a door.

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Walking with Toby 25 min. Miles: 1 Total: 1205 mi. From Lorien: 347 mi. ORC ATTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!