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Conflux gets closer and closer and closer. Tonight I have to put the menu for the banquet in a pretty and printable form (except I no longer have the right fonts) and tomorrow I have to shop with Nicole for paper and do the printing. I also have to catch up madly on work tomorrow so I can get time off for Conflux - never let it be said that not having a 9-5 job gives a free ride. I forget what else I have to do. At least, I'm trying to forget. I'm just too close to all my lists from before the New Year to relish more lists and more catch-up and more franticness now. Also, I'm to close to that migraine. It's gone, but it's left me feeling a bit vacant. Not that feeling vacant is a bad thing - there's a lovely timelessness to it. And it was an excuse to make the world's biggest pot of coffee. Which reminds me, I have a giant cup of expresso just waiting for me to siphon into my system.