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Post by beccaelizabeth on Oct 1, 2010 9:50:09 GMT -5
I am so crabby. I don't know why. *sigh* Weltschmerz It explains everything. Julia, I'm merely weary of the pasts of the world that are awake. *zebra*
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Oct 1, 2010 10:29:44 GMT -5
I am so crabby. I don't know why. *sigh* Weltschmerz It explains everything. Julia, I'm merely weary of the pasts of the world that are awake. Gesundheit? Anne, wibbly-wobbly from lack of sleep (nowhere as bad as yours, though ) and drippy from walking to the market and back (74°, 74% rh )
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Oct 1, 2010 11:13:34 GMT -5
Weltschmerz It explains everything. Julia, I'm merely weary of the pasts of the world that are awake. Gesundheit? Anne, wibbly-wobbly from lack of sleep (nowhere as bad as yours, though ) and drippy from walking to the market and back (74°, 74% rh ) Eight whole hours, Julia, still achy; the manifold ways I abused my body will be a while to cure.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Oct 1, 2010 11:14:35 GMT -5
Weltschmerz It explains everything. Julia, I'm merely weary of the pasts of the world that are awake. *zebra* September was a lost zebra month. Julia, not being three, I couldn't cry for the whole of it
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Post by Sue on Oct 1, 2010 11:35:03 GMT -5
September was a lost zebra month. Julia, not being three, I couldn't cry for the whole of it Y'all are speaking a foreign language of which I know not. But, carry on, since I am working on a list the size of ........... something really long.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Oct 1, 2010 12:02:20 GMT -5
September was a lost zebra month. Julia, not being three, I couldn't cry for the whole of it Y'all are speaking a foreign language of which I know not. But, carry on, since I am working on a list the size of ........... something really long. I know you don't do due South; neither did I until I read Speranza's With Six You Get Eggroll. Possibly the best post-series kidfic ever, to boot. Julia, Ray Kowalski/Benton Fraser, Ray Vecchio/Stella Kowalski, PG-13ish, warnings for tweener angst.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Oct 1, 2010 13:31:24 GMT -5
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Post by beccaelizabeth on Oct 1, 2010 13:58:34 GMT -5
Y'all are speaking a foreign language of which I know not. But, carry on, since I am working on a list the size of ........... something really long. I know you don't do due South; neither did I until I read Speranza's With Six You Get Eggroll. Possibly the best post-series kidfic ever, to boot. Julia, Ray Kowalski/Benton Fraser, Ray Vecchio/Stella Kowalski, PG-13ish, warnings for tweener angst. It is of awesome. I save it up for no-zebra days and end up all ;D I love how she took the endings from the TV, where they made the kind of sense that's not, and just switched them around a bit, and made them look, like, inevitable. Also it's totally full of cute while having enough spiky bits to not overcute.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Oct 1, 2010 15:09:46 GMT -5
That was... interesting. First, I got a call from my doctor's office. The ultrasound of my thyroid turned up a nodule, about 1cm, and my doctor wants me to see an endocrinologist. So I decided that since I hadn't gotten enough sleep last night, I was going to lie down for a bit. Then it commenced to thunder, and of course Shadow was outside and nowhere to be found. Patches was Very Unhappy, and I had to find her a safe place to hide. Then there was thunder, and lightning, and rain, and Shadow was still nowhere to be found. So Paul and I went looking here, there and everywhere, but the more we looked, the more she wasn't there. I decided she was probably under a bush or the potting bench, watching us. Then the appointment center called to schedule my visit to the endocrinologist. And then Kitty called from school, asking to be picked up because lightning had struck a palm tree across the street, the campus had been evacuated and the power was out. Since I knew where to pick her up, and Paul didn't, I drove down there. Half the signals were out and people were not obeying the laws as to how to navigate an intersection where the signals are out. But I got down there, saw the burned-out palm tree, picked Kitty up and got home safely. Kitty being Kitty, she'd finished her midterm and was reading when the storm hit. When the tree exploded, she rushed to the window and pulled out her camera. Behold the burning bush palm tree: And while I was out, Shadow the Wretched Weasel-cat had reappeared, with cobwebs in her ears, which means she was probably under the potting bench the whole time. Paul and I have been out to lunch, and now I'm going to try for a lie-down again. Wish me luck. PS: Am I the only one who sees "endocrinologist" and thinks "crinoid"? Oh. Just me. Okay then. PPS: Bestest Buddy, who is also the daughters' Honorary Auntie and Goddessmother, on being shown the photos of the burning tree, remarked something to the effect that it's quite the birthday candle. It's Kitty's 18th.
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Post by Sara on Oct 1, 2010 15:13:57 GMT -5
New part in just a few minutes...
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Post by Sara on Oct 1, 2010 15:17:53 GMT -5
This part? New part? Here.
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