I've earned a long night's sleep.
I went to the library and watched video of my friend elionwyr skydiving for charity. Whoa. My friends are impressive and do impressive things. I went to the Hawthorne Powell's and picked up books I'd ordered with Christmas money, including Palimpsest by Catherynne Valente, a.k.a. catvalente. (By the way, how did Cat celebrate her 30th birthday? Selling a hardcover novel to Tor.) octoberland will be happy to know one of the books I got was Theodore Sturgeon's Some of Your Blood, which I've meant to read for years. And some of the other books will be gifts for two particular someones reading this. Hi, someone reading this! *waves* I should mention the Powell's thing took longer than either I or three whole Powell's employees expected, on account of the cashier's computer going mental on us and not wanting to complete the order. (Now I'm thinking of the computer going No! He can't have those! They're mine! That's probably not what happened.) Luckily I was in no hurry. It took all four of us figuring out stuff to get around the problem, which was probably pure glitch. (Or the computer was in a mood. Hey, I still wouldn't rule it out.) I thanked the people who helped me and moved on. Getting home was an easy process, too. Walking works, and my bus pass works.
P.S. The reason for the subject line? Last night I watched the Buffy the Vampire Slayer musical episode. And I couldn't think of a title.