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I can't sleep. Again. Insomnia has become boring, but unfortunately not tiresome.

I think the Fic With No Name might really be called "Come the Revolution." I have office hours and grading, but I'll try and hammer out the next part on Thursday. I'm aiming for 22 parts, but I'm not going to pad it out.

(Does anyone still want to see the rest of it?)

(I typed "office houris" back there, and then I giggled.)

I suppose I should start thinking about what other kinds of jobs to get. It's enough to make me wish I had salable skills.

From Randy Newman's Faust

( Song lyrics )

And a quote:

For Satan, life was "if only."
-- Steven Brust, To Reign in Hell

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It is not meet to speak ill of the dead, but I am pleased to have outlived Ronald Reagan.

Someone in the HBO promos department is an evil genius, because there's a promo for the new season of Six Feet Under that I can't stop watching. Compulsively. Repeatedly. That probably has something to do with the wicked look on Lauren Ambrose's face, but still. Evil genius.

It's a new dawn, it's a new day [...] and I'm feelin' good...

And that's just the commercial. Plus, new Dead Like Me next month. I think it's important to have things to look forward to. :)