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From Zzyzack Breakthrough: The Beginning:

Steve frowned. “Bad dreams?” he asked. “That could be it.”

His friend shook his head. “No, no. Nothing like that. Just… a feeling. Like we’re stuck in the middle of some half-assed TV movie on the Sci-Fi channel."

Steve huffed at that as he pulled away from the curb. Maybe you’re not that wrong, he thought.

Spent another afternoon talking with Timmi in the park. Fabulous. Gossip. Theorizing. speculation. confession. plotted. Intertextuality! Recommended Laxdaela saga. Explained and demonstrated Yuletide. Talked about value vs. status. Took her to the airport. SADNESS. WOE.

Then went to the Interfictions reading to hear Alaya and Tempest. The readings were short! But then a ton of people bought the books so, good. I bought Liar and, embarrassingly, book 6 from House of Night. Met another translator, Edward aka twinkiethekid who he goes to the translation conference that I love that's coming up. Maybe I can work up energy for a short road trip. If I can find someone to crash with in Pasadena or scam my way into someone's hotel room...I miss that conference, i mean I miss the people... and I could really soak up some bilingual poetry readings right about now. they are SO GOOD. I can't take any time off work but I could haul ass down there for Saturday...? thinking!

As I was babbling with naamenblog deep in discussions of vampire boarding schools with psychic cats and deconstructions of being a "skank" and bisexual astrophysicists with gills and women who are soul-bonded with magic gemstone swords and have accidental incest sex with maybe their brother or something, I discovered it is very fun to talk about that stuff in front of nojojojo to get her to give me dubious looks. I don't know why this is, but provoking a dubious look from her started to feel like an exciting sport!