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I am sleep-deprived (no problem; can sleep in tomorrow) and twitterpated (definitely no problem). My brain whirs with thoughts of Japan and Korea and Sao Paolo and Al Qaeda and the all-nighter in the US Senate, but mostly it keeps coming back to the same subject over and over. No complaints here.

Monday night is Craft Night. I'm telling you earlier than usual, because there may (if the planets align just right or something) be an elissaann sighting, and if you're smart, you won't want to miss that.

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sleep is like mercury. it's shining there, all attractive, but I just can't seem to actually pick it up.

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Who, me? Refresh my inbox obsessively? I would never do such a thing.

(Yeah, right.)