Not a chill to the window but a little to the air. My hair barette has acquired the obnoxious habit of popping open unexpectedly, smacking me in the back of the head, and scaring the fuck out of me in the process. Bah. Just what I need.

I'm in the process of furiously pounding out a draft for WOST at 1:30 p.m. Dear lord, my head just might explode. I am very nervous.

I have to watch a movie for French at 6:30 p.m. If it's anything like Le roi danse there will be lovely photos to accompany it. Perhaps I shall do an entire retrospective of erotic Louis XIV-themed films, although Vatel was sorely lacking in this department. Uma Thurman is just not arousing.

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