WHAT IS THIS CRAP?

The scene at Lauren's last night:

But, off in a corner:

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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I always feel a bit off after I get a haircut.

Went by the "salon" for a buzz, and then hit the grocery store along the way home.

It gets dark and colder out earlier now.

Yeah, I've got to pick up new sneaks on the way home tonight.

Gift card for the sporting store, so might as well before my heels get any bloodier, right?

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Even though I've been penning 1-2 stories a day, it doesn't feel like I've written all that much in the past week.

Still, I'll go ahead and blurt a bunch of them out today in the Clocktree at 5PM SLT.

We'll see how well this newfangled Firestorm holds up with a lot of folks around and such. I lasted 4 hours last night before a crash due to a weird inventory worn error which I assume means "memory leak" in English.

Rendering textures and such has taken longer than Phoenix and the SL Dev viewer, but I figure that's because of the licensing crap for the sculpty renderering thingamabob.

I'm patient. I can babble along while it gets fired up.

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Seanchai Library doesn't have a Flickr group.

So, I said "Hey, thought about setting one up?"

They said go ahead.

So, um, http://www.flickr.com/groups/seanchailibrary/ is up.

I added my Seanchai snaps to the pool, and will go all invite-crazy as time permits.

Or, you can be a dear and add your own stuff without my nagging and begging and whining.

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So, how am I?

Well, a sore knee and two bloody heels, strange sleep habits, scrubbing barf up every few days from a cat in his twilight years, damn Famous Amos cookies fattening me up again, stinking reeking pissing bums harassing the park cats, naggy messages here and there, dipshittery in the news and leaders who don't lead, liars and bullshitters not getting stabbed or shot, bailouts for rich criminals and innocents blamed, drama drama drama law of triangles, noise noise noise, occasional floods from leaky pipes, work being work...

Step back.
Look it all over.

Relatively fine, actually. Writing a story or two a day, socking a few away here and there for a project, keeping the credit cards at zero while the war chest piles up a bit more...

If I complain, it's really for comic effect, I suppose. I can handle this, eh.

How are you?

(Tell me at 5 tonight.)

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