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    I have spent the entire morning doing fiddly busy work that is not anything like the actual revision work I *should* be doing. It’s good stuff to be doing–arranging the covers for issues 4 & 5 of Chance, interview stuff, a few cemurphy.net updates (still haven’t emailed the FPI guy, the DCC guy, or my letterer; need to do those, though not *this morning*), that kind of thing. But mostly what I’m doing is avoiding revisions.

    Which is stupid. They’re not especially hard revisions. They’re mostly rearranging a few sentences, writing a few new ones, striking a few old ones. Detail work. And I get paid when I turn them in. So there is no logical excuse at all for avoiding them. And yet here I am, Not Doing Them.

    Humans aren’t too bright.

    (Oh, good. Ted’s gotten up, which means I can be a good wife and give him the laptop, which will then leave me with nothing other to do than my stupid work. *drags self off to work*)

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    I stayed very busy today, and yet managed to not actually do the one thing I really should have, which is the grant. I am intimidated by the grant. There’s no reason to be, particularly since Dad’s done most of the heavy lifting on it. But it intimidates me anyway, and so I did ALL KINDS of other work in order to avoid the grant. I cleaned the kitchen, walked 7 miles, played CoH for 10 minutes, answered/wrote a number of Chance emails, uploaded things, downloaded things, cleaned nearly 400 emails out of my email box, filtered a bunch more email (gmail’s #1 flaw is that it doesn’t actually allow you to create new directories for email) did a quick ruthless edit on a high school friend’s work project, and…ok, it seems like I did more than that, but I guess that was all.

    Totally off the topic: I got my hair cut last week. Ian, the hairdresser, asked three times if I was *sure* didn’t want to dye it again. Yes, I said each time, and the last time I said, “I thought I’d see what my real hair color was,” and he said, “Oh, no. No. Come back to us, Cate. You’re too young to let your hair be its natural color. Come back to us!”

    Now I’m all the more determined to investigate the real color. :) Actually, except for the red-dyed bangs, it really is the natural color, which I don’t think is nearly as dreadful as yer man Ian thought. There’s some white in there, sure, and there’re a couple of ten or twelve strand gatherings of white at my temples, which could get quite old-school Rogueish if they should continue on, so I’m rather eager to leave them alone for a while! :)

    miles to Minas Tirith: 448.3

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