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Hu. That must have been one of those quiet weeks, no posts since last Sunday... still not feeling particularly inspired or talkative.

Drama at work, although not work-related. M's brother-in-law died last Sunday, leaving M. distraught, worried about her sister and breaking into tears all the time. I try to be supportive, but what can one say, except that there's no point in or reason for feeling guilty, or offer distraction, if that's what she wants.


I sold exactly one copy of the German translation of HP6 today. One.


Had Wednesday off again for a (very pleasant) change; shopping trip to H&M, which resulted in a light green corduroy autumn coat, much needed, a long, flowing, moss-green skirt, less needed, but very pretty, and two blouses, semi-necessary. Next week, jeans. ::groans::

Felt ridiculously pretty and bouncy walking to work on Thursday, despite the rain, in new coat, ankle length chocolate brown skirt and almost-new black Doc Martens. Yes, well, I have these girly moments, too, occasionally.


Managed three morning runs this week, and when did it turn autumn so fast? Crushed horse-chestnuts on the streets and the smell of damp leaves. It's cold in the morning, and dark when I crawl out of bed, but that also means I'm catching the sunrises again... I love these elusive moments, especially in autumn, when every day offers a different view; today was wonderful, an intense orange sunrise, light slanting through the trees, the dark, slightly faded autumn green suffused with sunlight, gilding the edges; the world a green and gold painting for half an hour.


On a fanish note, I've been watching S3 Smallville, the last third or so of which I hadn't actually seen before & will probably ramble & complain at length about once I'll have finished the season. Although I've to say... listening to John Glover's commentary on Truth -- he's got an amazing voice. I never really noticed it before, maybe because his voice is different in character, or maybe because I find Lionel Luthor such a creepy character (the man can turn a simple caress into either a threat, or an obscenity, or both...) that terms like 'hot' or any equivalent thereof just never came to mind. But, out of character... Damn.



ETA: Speaking of which, I simply adore Neil Tennant's singing voice.

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You don't fall in love by chance / You choose.

(Pet Shop Boys, You Choose)



That's one scary, scary line, all the more so because I rather suspect there's a lot of truth in it.