I just finished (re)reading Book Of Night With Moon, by Diane Duane.

God, I love her books. No matter how many times I've read them, I cry a little by the end of every one, and they leave me feeling a little more like the world is an okay place-- even if her version of it is fictional, it makes me hopeful for this one.

My throat's still all tight. That's not a complaint. Oh man.


Now I have a lot of internets job applications to fill out. It's freezing cold in Kristin's room, but it's not so bad anywhere else in the house. How, I can't figure. xD