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I was a bad writer today and got nothing concrete done.  Thought a bit about what the typical religious ceremony might entail in the Theocracies, but no research done, no words of paper.  No excuse.  While I spent the morning playing with my new toys and cleaning the apartment some, the afternoon was spent goofing in a very aimless way.  I didn’t even read because, you know, if I can put effort forth into reading I should be writing, right?

Tonight, the excruciating pain of improvising plot for Rifts.  Okay, it’s not that bad.  Good practice, one would think.