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Completely on a whim submitted a resumé to HBO for a summer internship in New York. Now comes the what the fuck was I thinking part.

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And SCIFI channel. And I'm working on my Shakespeare Santa Cruz and La Jolla Playhouse apps and considering applying for the paid Stage Manager/AD position for the summer touring Midsomer at New England Shakespeare...

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I'm still not asleeeeeeeep!

Next stage of wackiness:
From sobbing to not!sleeping and reading Mark/Roger fic. Everyone copes differently, I guess. I really should sleep, 'cause in about a half hour everyone else is gonna get up and they'll notice if I haven't slept yet.

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Y'know what's happening in LA right now? It's raining! *insert grumpy raised eyebrow* Where's the sunshine?

I am, as is typical, being entirely unproductive today. I think my sleep is trying to even itself out again, I slept for about fifteen hours yesterday and then not until almost 7 this morning. Geebuz.

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I know, I know, I'm a posting whore today. I'm probably pushing way too hard for normalcy.

Anyway, still plumbing the depths of the Mark/Roger fic world...(Not quite the depths, as I'm not allowed on ff.net) And found a typo that just made me giggle:

It's a manta Roger could never live by.

There aren't too many mantas in New York City, as far as I know. But really, does Roger discriminate against rays? Are rays bad neighbors? Do they have loud parties or let their dogs poop on your balcony? Do they bring in unsavoury guests and get the police called in at three am? WHY couldn't Roger live by a manta if a manta moved in next door?

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With two minutes to spare, a very very very Happy Birthday to dopplegl!

Would you like icons or a bitty ficlet or...?