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Just got my quarterly haircut. Unremarkable in every way, except that it's the first time in my life that I've gotten a haircut from a guy.

Sent out more queries out last night; you know it's a bad sign for a submission when you notice an editor online asking for more material, and he's already got some of your stuff, and you notice it was sent out the same time as two other submissions that went astray. Sigh.

Also sent a letter withdrawing "Universal Language" from the weird, unanswering limbo it fell into when Aboriginal SF closed up shop. It's a poem I'd like to eventually see the light of day, life is short, and so forth. And in a rare event of historical rewriting, honesty compels me to revise my stats. Double sigh.

Currently Reading: Flyboy Action Figure Comes With Gasmask, by Jim Munroe. That's a bright spot.