The perfect time for a controlled crash.

Frances was here and gone. Rocky's half done. I have a week left in this house until I have to move, and simply have not started packing (though the aforementioned Frances took away some kitchen stuff I won't need). This would be the perfect time for a power cycle and reset ... would that I could do that on command.

I'd like to take a moment to be grateful for my instinctive sense of balance, that stays with me even when drunk. As I was jumping around on stage last night, the (five-inch) heel on my left boot broke, hanging on by just a flap of pleather. I managed to hang on through the scene and the credits, but now it's got superglue splashed into it and I don't know if I can trust it.

I vaguely want something mindless to do. NWN2 would take too much thought, I'd rather not play DMC3 on the keyboard again, and I beat Half-Life. Currently working on downloading Half-Life 2, but it's huge. I do want to see what Skylark can do with it, though.

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