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(And I spent the morning writing, too, although it's nothing publishable and just for the joy of it. What's pathetic is, I get more satisfaction out of writing for my friends than I do writing for money. Maybe that's just because I haven't made much money in the past couple years off my original work - although, I have to say, I've made more than I would've expected to make off it. Petty cash, pocket money, etc. I want desperately for it to be my livelihood, but I've recently owned up to the fact that I'd be far more upset if I wasn't doing it for people. I'm too young to be the madwoman on the couch with so many empty teacups and bowls with biscuit crumbs in slowly populating the Turkish carpet, but...)

Congratulations to my brother and his blushing bride-to-be! It's about time he found somebody who's as big a computer-nerd as he is. I hope they'll be disgustingly happy together, because as cold and scary as I seem, I'm a huge sap at heart. A word to Kim: if Brad doesn't do all the cooking, then there's something wrong with the equation. Take heed.

( Meanwhile, I suppose the rest of you want to hear about the Emilie Autumn concert. )