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This was a lost weekend, happy but dislocated and out of time; didn't achieve what I should have achieved, not by a long shot, but somehow I'm still feeling happy, confident, odd. I'm poking at the feeling, don't trust it. But it's good, it's good, for now it's good. Weirdly, tarot readings have been smack inna face spot on today, too. Eeeeenteresting. Music has pulled together a lot of my day; Bird Flu by M.I.A., and whoever gave me that is a frickin' genius, and the music of Beats Antique who rock in a way that makes me wish I could move my hips more fluidly. I dunno, I feel settled in place here. I feel like I could stick around for a couple of years without feeling claustrophobic, which is kind of a big thing. I'd love somewhere more permanent to live, if only so I can rescue my books from my parents' house, find Herodotus and Michael Turner and the graphic novel of Hard Core Logo, the Pornographer's Poem and my Bible with its handy dandy index for misuse of quotes, all the books that I ought to get around to reading. Like I say, dislocated; my brain isn't following coherent trains of thought, but coherency is at best overrated. I think I'm going to get into bed and read for a bit, now; American Gods is still one of my very favourite of books, and Smaller has loaned me her copy in place of another, well-thumbed and settled in a house that's no longer mine.