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Home from the Sco'sh (Nova Scotia, if you're unfamiliar with my new habit of renaming places that already have perfectly nice names). Am exhausted. It's 6:30 but I want to go to bed right now. I missed my bed. Mmmm bed. I had hot dogs with mustard for dinner. Because that's what I was craving. Don't judge me! It's been a very demanding week. People wanting to talk about nothing all the time exhaust me. People are energy vampires, I tell you. They DRAIN ME!

I have decided that I may have to move to Nova Scotia in order to buy a house. In my fantasy world, I buy a nice little house, a nice big dog, a nice little vespa, and a nice little wireless router. And I go to the farmer's market every Saturday for bread and vegetables, and I take long walks along the water. I work at a nice little library, helping all the nice students and tinkering with the nice hardware, write some nice software, and write nice stories in my spare time. And in fantasy land, there is great joy. Also, niceness.

I enjoy flying, but it hurts my ears on the way down. Pop pop pop. Squelch.

So. Tired. OMG.