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In the last week I've met two cats, hung out at a beer garden, worked a lot, went out for a friend's birthday, and made some good progress on organizing my office. I also finished a book:

4) Kitty and the Midnight Hour by Carrie Vaughn. Honestly, I'm iffy about this one. I like Vaughn's writing. I like the concept. I even liked watching Kitty grow and change over the course of the book. But . . . the werewolf pack came off as an abusive cult, and I guess it's a testament to how well Vaughn wrote it that it made me uncomfortable, but I still don't think I'm going to continue reading this series. That said, I'm glad I read this one, and am more than happy to try other things by Vaughn.

Last night I dreamed that I was living in this suite of apartments with a bunch of my friends. My partner-in-crime, my good friend J, my old college boyfriend C, and a lot of other people were there, running in and out of each others apartments, drinking, talking, etc. At some point I tried to have a cigarette with J but I couldn't find him (he spent most of the dream lurking around the edges). Tried to take a nap with C but it was too loud, so I got up to talk to some girls and realized it was 5 a.m. and none of us had gotten any sleep yet. Then the dream shifted, and I was in this woo-woo new-age shop that my godchildren's grandmother was running, and she was in the middle of leading a meditation so I snuck down to the basement to have a look around. I found a flyer with a picture of my younger goddaughter on it that said, in essence, "My granddaughter needs a new home, her mother died and I can't take care of her." And I got really angry because she hadn't called me about it, she was just going to give her granddaughter away.

So, yeah. Monday morning. This week looks to be busyish but not awful. And next weekend is a three-day weekend, hurray!

I'd better get my workday started. Good luck with yours, everyone!