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I read the earliest Zorro book at the airport early this afternoon. I always knew it was derivative, but I didn't know how much it loved certain words. 'Terrible' and 'screeched' were particularly interesting, I thought.

I meant to read something else on the plane, but I dozed off. All evening people have been telling me I need an early night, too. The theory is fine, but the reality depends on me getting a certain number of tasks finished, since tomorrow morning is all about my students and their book and tomorrow afternoon has its own list of tasks.

This is my life from now til Conflux. It's a rather nice life, but at moments like this I feel like a hamster running around on its wheel in its cage. When all the things on my list transform into books and events and other magical things, I shall be a human being again.

I think I shall listen to all those nice people and go to sleep. I'm typing this in my sleep, after all.