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Arrr. I pushed up a whole buncha chapters of A Walk In The Karakorum to the Daegaer Rules The Net site. Without really carefully proofreading to make sure everything survived the transition properly, but it looks generally okay. Only I'm still not done and my wrist is hurting. I think I have to give in for today and go put laundry away and then maybe read some Wodehouse and have a hot toddy.
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eor is having ice-cream and I want some. I really shouldn't, it'll make my cough worse.
Damn, I love the song that's playing - "The Fifty Seven from Brighton." The horn line is just scrummy-licious and right in the beginning does this thing that I can't help but associate with, like, mariachi bands or something. What do I know, though, I know nothing about music. *madly fangirls Beat Soup* keehee. <;9
I think I forgot to say that last night I got my fics from Thursday and Friday posted to my site.
Teena phoned me, late this afternoon. She seemed a little down, I think, and probably would have been happy if I'd offered to come get her and take her someplace. She didn't ask, though, and I was too tired (well, sick) to offer. Her first day off after seven days and she slept half of it and woke up when it had gotten overcast. There are very few busses out to where she's living now, especially on Sunday.
It occurred to me, also, that it would be good for me to hang with her a little this week, because next weekend I won't be able to -matushan will be in Boston, so we'll go down to spend the day, Saturday... and hopefully stay late to dance at ManRay. I blithly told her that would work, without thinking of the fact I'll probably still be getting over this stupid cold.
Oh,
eor is having ice-cream and I want some. I really shouldn't, it'll make my cough worse.Damn, I love the song that's playing - "The Fifty Seven from Brighton." The horn line is just scrummy-licious and right in the beginning does this thing that I can't help but associate with, like, mariachi bands or something. What do I know, though, I know nothing about music. *madly fangirls Beat Soup* keehee. <;9
I think I forgot to say that last night I got my fics from Thursday and Friday posted to my site.
Teena phoned me, late this afternoon. She seemed a little down, I think, and probably would have been happy if I'd offered to come get her and take her someplace. She didn't ask, though, and I was too tired (well, sick) to offer. Her first day off after seven days and she slept half of it and woke up when it had gotten overcast. There are very few busses out to where she's living now, especially on Sunday.
It occurred to me, also, that it would be good for me to hang with her a little this week, because next weekend I won't be able to -
matushan will be in Boston, so we'll go down to spend the day, Saturday... and hopefully stay late to dance at ManRay. I blithly told her that would work, without thinking of the fact I'll probably still be getting over this stupid cold.