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God, so bored. So bored I actually tried my hand at a little cleaning. It didn't go so well, since I have to do the laundry before I can do much of anything else, and I don't know where Mike put the laundry card. And it's been, oh, six hours or so since I sent the email to ask and still no word. So much for the laundry idea. I scrubbed out the master bathroom instead, since someone will hopefully be coming to look at it tomorrow. The people upstairs have bad plumbing, but it's our ceiling that leaks. Boo.

I was going to read Mike's revised historiography paper, but he hasn't sent that either, so I guess I'm absolved of that responsibility for the moment. I watched the World Series of Poker for awhile, but then arena football came on TV instead. I've been arranging my hard drive, trying to organize a few of the tens of thousands of pages of old stories, characters, and school work that clutter up my hard drive. But the computer is very laggy. I tried to read a book, but there are few things more futile than trying to get absorbed in a mystery you just finished reading a few weeks ago. So I came on Livejournal to bitch about things. That's taken up a little chunk of time, but not as much as I'd hoped. Oh well. Guess I'll go back to staring at the LARP forum to see if anything is going to happen.