"'Captain, what'll we do?' he asked. 'There's millions of them [grasshoppers]. What'll we do?' 'Live through it,' Call said. 'That's all we can do.'"--Lonesome Dove
Dreamed of being in a classroom; dropping all my pens on the floor and stooping down to pick them up; my female teacher irrationally getting mad at me.
Went out and finally got a new battery for my watch. (The old one was losing a minute a day.) Got some new socks too.
Dinner was steak and the rest of the lasagna.
In the last few days I've got onto dozens of meetup.com mailing lists. But only a few of them have enough Toronto people for a meeting here. (You need five people motivated enough to vote on the location.)
Started writing my new story, which is titled "Invisible."
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