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  <title>Rose-Owls and Pumpkin Girls</title>
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    <name>Seanan McGuire</name>
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    <title>seanan_mcguire @ 2009-06-05T17:09:00</title>
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    <lj:music>Glee, "Don't Stop Believing."</lj:music>
    <content type="html">5:15 AM: Wake up to the shrieking blare of the alarm clock.  Reaffirm desire to purchase one of those nifty little iPod-dock alarm clocks after &lt;a href="http://www.duckon.org/"&gt;DucKon&lt;/a&gt;, so that I can be woken up by something that doesn't make me want to lunge for the nearest blunt object and commit a homicide.  I'm a light enough sleeper not to need an alarm clock that could be used to notify the UN of the impending zombie apocalypse, thank you very much.  Get dressed, get packed, get out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 AM: Arrive at desk in San Francisco, and settle in for a day of being as productive as I possibly can when I'm leaving the office at one to deal with scary dental things.  I am surprisingly productive, largely thanks to my love for the sacred to-do list.  If not for the sacred to-do list, I would be a whimpering heap under the bed by now.  All hail the sacred to-do list, and all hail &lt;a href="http://www.franklincovey.com/"&gt;Franklin-Covey&lt;/a&gt;, the manufacturers of my planner and its various accessories.  Seriously.  These people save my ass &lt;i&gt;daily&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00 PM: Leave the office.  Head for the train.  Take the train to &lt;a href="http://www.borderlands-books.com/"&gt;Borderlands Books&lt;/a&gt;, where my usual impeccable timing means a) I miss Jude (rats!), b) the naked cats aren't in the store (double rats!), and c) Cary&amp;mdash;in addition to being the only employee present, which reduces the viability of chatting&amp;mdash;is in the middle of inventory, and thus borders on negatively social.  Purchase several books, because I am me.  One of these is a paperback titled &lt;i&gt;Denver Is Missing&lt;/i&gt;, by D.F. Jones, who also wrote &lt;i&gt;Earth Has Been Found&lt;/i&gt;.  Nobody ever gets to call me bad at titles ever ever ever ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00 PM: Go to dentist, who prods me repeatedly while going "Does this hurt?"  Nothing hurts before it gets prodded.  Now...well, pain is annoying but endurable, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00 PM: Arrive home.  Update LJ before preparing for an evening of edits, fuzzy cats, and really lousy horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is every day.</content>
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