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I did not get enough sleep last night. Yargh, my head.

I'm glad I begged off going down to see Ratpacker do a piano show this evening. Begging off means I can go home and take a nap. Oh bliss.

Though I have to admit the reason I begged off was because Supernatural, the one really truly guilty pleasure I've had in ages, premieres tonight. I can justify NCIS and House and Torchwood and Doctor Who; there is no justification for some of the shit that Supernatural pulls. Eric Kripke is a brilliant arc-writer and when he puts energy into his characters they are fairly well-drawn, but he is crippled by some planet-sized issues. I suspect some are network-induced, but some stem from a place that Freud would have an absolute field-day with. Y SO SCARED OF LITTUL GURLS, E-KAY?

Anyway. Yes, I watch Supernatural, but I don't like that I watch Supernatural, and I still think Dean Winchester looks like a duck.

PeaPod also comes tonight! They are bringing me a cucumber to pickle. I am skeptical of this whole "home-pickled cucumbers are the best" concept, but as I already know commercially-produced pickles in general to be foul, I'm giving it the benefit of the doubt. They are also bringing me a pound of "vegan ground beef" which should be highly entertaining...

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Okay. I'm still unsure what I'm going to do about posting Valet of Anize in segments, but as posting in whole chapters wasn't working, I may as well post the start of a chapter when I've got it. I have at least a little while to mull over what I'm going to do about the rest before I post it, as it isn't written yet. :D

The beginning of chapter five of The Valet of Anize is here. Carry discovers a hidden library, cooks a meal, and has an existential crisis.