In quae miracula verteris?
I spent most of today in recovery from finishing my afterword for Caitlín R. Kiernan's third collection of weird erotica, Confessions of a Five-Chambered Heart. I thought I had budgeted a reasonable deadline for even my current levels of exhaustion, but it ate my weekend and most of my week—if I hadn't been planning on Collaborators since August, I'd have gone nowhere Thursday night. It all sort of runs together. The hour last night at which the afterword was actually done was depressingly familiar to me from the paper-writing periods of my life. But it's been turned in, and it seems to meet with its subject's approval, and apparently it's even in English. Well, except for the bits in Latin. But I knew about those.
There is now a hat shop in Harvard Square. I approve of this development, even if I don't quite have the means to take advantage of it. I also approve of discovering that
rushthatspeaks and I just impulse-bought, independently, the same NYRB-reprinted non-Holmes Conan Doyle from used book stores in our respective cities. One of us will have to read it first.
I owe a lot of e-mails to people. I don't owe posts to anyone but myself, but I still feel I'm behind on writing them.
Livejournal is still kind of borked, isn't it?
There is now a hat shop in Harvard Square. I approve of this development, even if I don't quite have the means to take advantage of it. I also approve of discovering that
I owe a lot of e-mails to people. I don't owe posts to anyone but myself, but I still feel I'm behind on writing them.
Livejournal is still kind of borked, isn't it?

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I've not read Brigadier Gerard! Been a Holmes fan for, hell, thirty years, and I liked the early Challenger stuff. I'd like to hear your thoughts on this.
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At this point, I have two: a broad-brimmed sort of straw hat I wear in warmer and sunnier weather and a round, fur-lined winter hat. The latter is beginning to wear out, however, which saddens me very much; I'm not sure what I'll replace it with, especially since my winter coat is a slightly overlarge, but very warm leather jacket. Additionally, although I like hats, I truly hate shopping.
In fifth and sixth grade, I used to braid my hair and stuff it up under a corduroy newsboy's cap that had originally belonged to my mother, but I do not think that style would suit me anymore, if it ever did. I was very fond of it, though.
I'd like to hear your thoughts on this.
As soon as I've read the stories, totally!