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Quick note for those of you who don't live with me, I'm feeling achey and congested and am still going to try to get errands done, but am making no guarantees. I'm on a CD ripping kick, and have already this weekend gone from Kiss to KMFDM, with a stop off at Cheryl Crow, No Doubt, American Wedding, Sequentia, Social Distortion and the Futureheads.
For those who don't clock the Whedonverse RSS, Mr. Brust has apparently completed the first revision of a Firefly novel for Pocket books 'on spec' and has submitted it. Apparently there are about a dozen authors competing for two slots Pocket has open.

I wear black on the outside

I am so fucking goth. You may grovel in my presence now.
I went to shower and put on some clove oil, and when I came back to get dressed, I couldn't find my black shirt because it was tangled up in my black trousers under my black sweater on my black comforter in my darkened room. After lying about under my dark canopy for hours and finally getting dressed an hour after noon.
Life. Don't talk to me about life.