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January 22, 2013 | xeyeti

My wife loves that song, possibly because of all the different variations she can do about people and things around her (mostly the cats).

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January 21, 2013January 21, 2013 | xeyeti

Had a weird issue with the washing machine overnight. Easy fix, just had to pull a washcloth out of the drain that had stopped it up and kinda sorta flooded the laundry room. Good times.

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January 21, 2013 | xeyeti

Did a rest run of my home-brewed pencil and paper RPG system this evening. It went pretty well, I think, though it needs some tweaking. Had fun, though.

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January 19, 2013January 19, 2013 | xeyeti

I’ve been reading Cherie Priest’s Clockwork Century series lately, a set of steampunk novels set in an alternate 1870s where the Civil War hasn’t ended yet and there are airships and the city of Seattle was destroyed by a digging machine and walled off because a weird gas started seeping up from underground and turning the people into mindless, shambling monsters. It’s good stuff. The first book, Bomeshaker, is excellent, and the second book, Clementine, is a slight but enjoyable read. I’ll definitely be reading the rest of this series.

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January 19, 2013 | xeyeti

I love reading, possibly more than any of the other hobbies I have. Reading is, in fact, truly awesome.

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January 17, 2013 | xeyeti

I’ve been taking a lot of naps lately, which causes me to have trouble falling asleep at night. Which causes me to take naps when I get home from work.

Cycles suck, is what I’m saying.

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January 16, 2013 | xeyeti

Supposedly, we’re going to get a few inches of snow tomorrow. I’ll believe it when I see it.

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January 16, 2013January 16, 2013 | xeyeti

I have a confession: when I was a student, I was terrible about homework completion. My mother likes to recount the tale of my desk in second grade, which was full of completed homework that I just never bothered to turn in.

For the better part of a quarter.

High school wasn’t much better, honestly. I only did the work if (a) I could do it with little or no effort and (b) felt like it. I’ve come to realize how much of a pain in the ass I must’ve been to my teachers, and I’ve since apologized to many of them. They think the turnabout I now have to deal with is hysterical.