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Seventy-two hours and counting for the arrival of my sister and her kids, who I haven't seen in about a year. Gah. So much of my ego seems to be wrapped up in being admired by them as The Cool Urban Uncle--I've been surfing the web all day looking for events and pricing places to go that'll Blow Their Minds Yet Get Them Home to Bed by 10. I feel like a caffeinated cat. A soon-to-be-*broke* caffeinated cat.

(Overcompensate for your Dad much, Brian? Well, maybe--I mean, I was 14 before I found out 'intermission' wasn't, in fact, Italian for 'time to get in your car and leave'. )