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  <title>Rose-Owls and Pumpkin Girls</title>
  <subtitle>The Journal of Seanan McGuire</subtitle>
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    <name>Seanan McGuire</name>
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    <title>seanan_mcguire @ 2011-10-17T08:13:00</title>
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    <lj:music>My head, pounding.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">1. I am sick, yes, even unto death.  It's this stupid cold.  I've been fighting it off since I got home from Conclave, and then yesterday, it just walked up behind me, hit me over the back of the head with a plank, rifled through my pockets, and took all my stuff.  I spent all of Sunday on the couch, sniffling, drinking orange juice, and watching &lt;i&gt;Criminal Minds&lt;/i&gt;.  Oh, and sleeping.  I slept a lot.  I feel better today, but that's like saying I'm happier now that the lizard has been removed from my ear.  Still miserable, just less lizard-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Yes, I am watching &lt;i&gt;Criminal Minds&lt;/i&gt;.  But as I have now seen the first three episodes of the first season, please don't ask me if I was crushed when character A died in season three.  I haven't been able to be crushed yet, and I'd like the opportunity to mourn when I get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Assuming this cold backs the hell off, I am still going to be at OVFF this coming weekend.  If you're waiting for a shirt from me, and are going to be at the convention, please let me know so that I can package your order for hand-delivery.  If you don't tell me, clearly, that you'll be there, your shirt will not be coming with me.  I don't have the suitcase space for guesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am about 4,000 words from the end of &lt;i&gt;Ashes of Honor&lt;/i&gt;, which is good, since I expect to receive my &lt;i&gt;Blackout&lt;/i&gt; page proofs any day, and need to be able to focus on going through and writing STET a lot.  ("STET" is editorial for "no, do not make this change."  I use it to argue against people who don't believe in the Oxford comma, and people who try to standardize my use of "Miss" to "Ms.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am too sick for a list of ten.  Now is when I fall on my face and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you when I wake up.</content>
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