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They're just not in any format I can post here coherently.  I don't think.  But I'm going to try, because I feel damn guilty about bitching that there is nothing good to read online and then not posting anything.

As some or all of you may have noticed, I did jack on fanfic this weekend.  I didn't even take down the incorrect chapter that needs to be fixed because I did not even get THAT far.  The only good excuse (kinda) I have is that I have 10 pages of the next chapter completed.  Also, that I went with my sister-in-law to get registered to vote and then take pictures while she got her nose pierced.  Which was a great big rush and we were all giddy and excited...And then we were in and out of there in like, ten minutes.  It was kind of a let down.  It looks awesome, though.

I dog-sat this weekend; I believe I mentioned that here at some point.  I got invited out for game night, so I took the dog along with me.  That was pretty funny. He does this thing where he gets very territorial and over-protective, and forgets that he weighs about 18 pounds.  He decided to be territorial at game night; and not only at the wrong house, but a house with about 10 people and three other dogs in it.  Poor guy got ignored.

My father's last surviving aunt, and my mom's former boss of 18 years both passed away this week.  I think Mom was more upset about her former-bossman; or she was really weirded out by talking to his daughter.  Mom & Dad skipped his aunt's funeral, which was a surprise.  My Dad is one of those people who whether if he liked the person or not means more than what anyone else will say about his reactions, so I guess the funeral-skipping shouldn't have weirded me as much as it did.

Merae evidently discovered a few days ago that she had a chalkboard.  I think she's had it about 8 months, but she's just now really interested in it.  And, I learned something about 2 3/4 years old kids from this when I saw her Saturday.  She is incapable of drawing a circle smaller than her head.  I don't know if this is fairly typical for this stage of motor-skill-development, or if it's indicative of the lack of artistic talent in our family, but there you go.

Most of the things in this entry were not the ones I intended to write about when I started, so I'm going to quit while I'm ahead.  If I get mentally organized, I'll post again later.

Last night before bed, I went looking for my pj's, so I could change.  Not on the bed, not on top of my dresser...Where were they?  In my desk drawer.  Why?  No clue.  I couldn't for the life of me remember how they got there.

This morning after my shower, I came and plopped down at my desk, to check the weather report before I got dressed, and I put my pj's back in the desk drawer.  Luckily, I realized what I was doing, and moved them to my bed.  But it makes me wonder; how long do you have to do something before it becomes a habit?  Will it take me a few more mornings, wandering around half asleep, to remember that I'm supposed to drop my nightware on the bed, before I go to my desk?  (Yeah, I check the weather at the National Weather Service every morning, so?)  Or, will I be done now that I've noticed the odd behavior?