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I talked to Denea on the phone today & she has the most wonderful accent. Seeing as I haven't actually talked to her in years, this was rather exciting to me. I'm hanging out with her tomorrow evening.

I'm seeing Anneka tonight, I hope, before that whole gang goes off to Scotland. I miss England...I've been making photo albums & going through the (ridiculous amounts of) photos I took two summers ago makes me really want to go back. With people, & a functioning camera, & paper & pencils, & plans. Or not plans. That works too.

I am now planning an open-mic for the Bathhouse. Should be thrilling, I hope. Information forthcoming. (On that note, Philip, Patrick--okay, you're gone, but there's email--we need to talk more. I got even more plans.)

Right. I am going to work on that flyer for the open-mic & then go make some kind of bread, like I told myself I was going to, so I don't completely waste the afternoon.

(Agh...this guitar player on NPR? Has a Scottish accent. I miss that place! Man. I really need to move to the British Isles.)