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I am lame, for dozing half the evening away and losing at cards. (Though I wasn't too bad with the poker.) Weekends make me sad because it's just not quite enough and there are inevitably missed messages somewhere. Alan's happy, because one of the stray kitties let him pet her. The kitten is rolling around on the floor, being cute. For some reason, I want to play Soul Calibur.

I am a slacker, because I haven't finished mailing invites. Damn. The plan was to get stuff done this weekend, but that didn't happen.

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I don't know why I am awake now, except for the ringing phone. Despite attempting to sleep at a reasonable hour I couldn't let go, and then nightmares were rather bad. I dreamed we were trying to cover up for a friend who had killed several girls.