I spin so ceaselessly
Today was busy. I saw
mrbelm for a book handoff at the Diesel. I saw Matthew in between errands. I saw Dean for lunch at Sofra. (Score one for the lamb shawarma with tahini yogurt.) I saw two episodes of Millennium with
lesser_celery. (Hence the Patti Smith.) I saw the newly restored print of William Wellman's Wings (1927) at the Brattle Theatre with
derspatchel, a bottle of rose lemonade, and some chocolate with cornflakes in. And then I came home to collapse.
And I saw Sofia Samatar's post on Stone Telling and Alan Turing.
And I saw that
time_shark wants my Charon (sap) poem for Mythic Delirium, although it will need a proper title before it sees print.
I'm still collapsing, but I'm in a pretty good mood.
And I saw Sofia Samatar's post on Stone Telling and Alan Turing.
And I saw that
I'm still collapsing, but I'm in a pretty good mood.

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Also: LJ hasn't been sending me comments notification, so I wonder if you saw my four replies to your last comment in Monday's entry. Love to know your responses, if so.
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I will certainly try to let you know, although if it's as mindblowing as my friendlist has made it sound, all you get may be one of those concussion-eyed little ASCII faces and some Biblical quotes.
LJ hasn't been sending me comments notification, so I wonder if you saw my four replies to your last comment in Monday's entry. Love to know your responses, if so.
Oh, Livejournal. Be right over.