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I'm off to work and then to rehearsal. I stopped freaking out about not having power tools after I realised I work in a theatre and there are power tools sitting around all over the place.

Now I can focus all my concern on the fact that R has lost our mailbox key...

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I have found, if not THE mail key, then A mail key.

I think everyone has either experienced this themselves or seen someone going through it -- when you're going a little crazy in general and maybe haven't slept enough or have just worked too long, you find one thing and can't let it go. I've seen it often enough that I know when I'm doing it, but tonight I was on a mission for the mail key and I didn't think I was so tired that I would just frustrate mself. What I ended up doing was scooping up a pile of keys on the counter and trying the ones that looked like they'd fit and, lo and behold, one did. So, now I have four days' worth of mail, most of which is for R.

Ah well. I'll sleep better tonight knowing that nothing is lurking for me in the mailbox.

Rehearsal tonight went well, and I was reassured by the fact that nobody in the room had expected me to locate props yet. I'm going to buy a lot of them tomorrow. In fact, between 2pm tomorrow and Sunday night I'm going to purchase, build, furnish, and dress a set for a semi-realistic full-length play.

May god have mercy on my soul. Failing that, may he send me someone who's really good at building walls. :D

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Son of a bitch. I hate it when someone has already invented my goddamn invention.

I was trying to describe to someone what the typewriter that Jack invented for Graveworthy looked like, and I said it was like a dome, and they said "Like this?"

Yes. Exactly like that, in fact. It could not be more like that if that was, in fact, it. I'm tempted to say I must have seen the image before, though I don't recall it.

I am so annoyed at my brain for being originally unoriginal right now. :D

So yeah. That's the typewriter Jack built. THAT PLAGIARIST BAKER.