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My brother Adam calls it "a Dr. Zoidberg moment." It's when you are at the computer, and your boss comes to speak to you or hand you something, and you suddenly forget how to type. You can't remember where you put anything, nor do you know where you put that admissions report. You open up the document, finally, and your hands are ineffectual, covered with invisible boxing-gloves as you pray for them to just bloody go away.

Panic over.

Back to novel-writing. >:)

Oscar stuff: WHATEVER. Eternal Sunshine, you woz robbed.

Weekend stuff: Poor Dido. I cried, and then cried. And cried some more. I hope a big monster comes and eats Aeneas. Preferably a Cyclops, because they're the funniest things ever.