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If I blow enough coaligned music through the emotional circuits that are making me shake like this, do you think maybe that I'll short out whatever it is that means if I stand still I vibrate with the effort of repressing violent motion?

(It seems that grounding out some of the energy surplus makes at least one of the cats run away, tail inflated. . .)

My mother-in-law sends me Utz.

For I have a fine, fine mother-in-law indeed.

(Well, she also sends us Tootie Rolls, but that's only a venial sin.)

Hunting expotition.

Went to grocery and liquor store to pick up stuff for making a birthday present for my father (who'll be visiting in a couple of weeks, and who has his birthday in a couple of weeks), also for making something for brooksmoses's brother, given that I'll be getting out there just before his birthday.

I really need to dig up the URLs to the spice dealers online if I'm going to be doing this sort of thing regularly. Bwaah. (Especially since they might have fenugreek, and the oil I'm pondering making needs some of that.)

Going to Trader Joe's is dangerous. Though they didn't have chicken gyoza today. They have nifty pot plants. Last time we were there I got a Cabernet grapevine. This time I got a jasmine plant.

Jasmine! How cool is that?