It took me three minutes…

It took me three minutes to figure out that today is Wednesday. My brain's not working so well, and now that the semester is over, I'm having trouble keeping track of the days. I suppose that's okay, though. I spent all of yesterday playing The Sims -- very addictive. Must get little person to next promotion. Need to build second story on house. Perhaps redecorating would make little person happier? Need a dishwasher! Need a more comfortable bed! Need a hot tub! Okay, maybe I don't need a hot tub, but it'd make it a lot easier to flirt with the girl next door...

Addictive. When I went to bed last night I told Kevin to take the CD out of my computer and hide it from me so I could actually get some stuff done today. He appears to have done so.

(Want to play, want to play, want to play -- could go wake him up and beat the location out of him...)


I don't have so much that I need to do, luckily. I need to cut a whole bunch of book boards, and then binding and cover paper for them, and glue the casings together. Ideally, I should make eight casings this afternoon and set them to drying. Then I should finish writing the story that's going in the casings. I'm a little concerned about my ability to get Quark to lay it out the way I want it to -- ideally, it'll print out on both sides of a sheet of paper, and I'll then fold it into quarters, and it'll be in order. I'll have to work out in advance how many pages it'll be and exactly what the layout will be and I can do that, but I'm not sure I can make Quark divide a page into quarters and put some blocks of text upside down. I think so, but not positive. That's tomorrow's problem, though.

Also today -- do dishes, clean up generally, decide whether I want to have people over for dinner before I leave town. Jenn and David and Paul and Marcia all unavailable, and others are out of town too -- I'm not sure how many people are *in* town. Still, probably worth a shot. I think I'll aim for Friday, call around, see if people are interested.

Oh -- here's the main thing I meant to mention. There was vast confusion between me and the post office. I don't even think I understand now what happened. But the upshot is that they've given away my P.O. Box, and I had to get a new one. If you sent mail to my old one, it'll either a) be returned to you, or b) be automatically forwarded to my new one. They weren't sure which. I'm so sorry about this -- if it does get returned to you, please resend? I would like to see whatever it is you're trying to send me... Here's the new address:

Mary Anne Mohanraj
P.O. Box 112056
Salt Lake City, UT 84147

I hate bureaucratic confusion...

12:15. Melcher just sent me the cover for Wet -- I think it's gorgeously dramatic. Hope it doesn't scare away buyers; it's not as muted as the last one. But so pretty! (Those bits of white at the corners should be transparent; the book has rounded corners like the last one. I don't have the brain right now to remember how to make such things transparent...

12:30. Just got a call from the post office -- they messed up. They have found my old box, *and* it's fine, *and* it has a bunch of stuff in it. So we are now back to our original plan, at:

Mary Anne Mohanraj
P.O. Box 11453
Salt Lake City, UT 84147

Please ignore all this confusion. Ugh.

2:15. Two boards cut. Twelve to go. Oof. But I had to stop in and point you to this absolutely charming hack at MIT. (David, I know you don't follow links. But follow this one. You'll like it, I promise.)

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