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*clears throat*
So, I posted this weekend, and then accidentally put my post under private. It's now friends-locked here.
And after all that happened, I went to Cassis on Friday, which was fabulous - Cassis looks like every little Mediterranean town you see in the movies, and I spent the day lying on the beach reading.
It was beyond heavenly.
And after all that happened, I went to Cassis on Friday, which was fabulous - Cassis looks like every little Mediterranean town you see in the movies, and I spent the day lying on the beach reading.
It was beyond heavenly.
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Yeah, it wasn't like it was terribly painful, or even enough to wake me up...but it was enough to keep me awake as I was already thoroughly irritated that it was 4 in the morning and I couldn't get back to sleep.
Yay! Doctor's appointment in 2 hours!
Course, this means I likely won't get back to sleep....oh well.
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But, I'm here. Who needs sleep?
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(Still no clue what your class schedule is like, though I suppose it's 5 over there, so you wouldn't have class anymore today would you?)
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I put the dog out for a few in hopes that she'd stop whining for a bit.
I finally have to go outside and call her to get her to come back and her face is covered in mud and cat shit. (And we just gave her a bath yesterday too.)
This really isn't my day.
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Because god forbid 'sick' come with any advantages
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Although, having Jim clean the kitchen for the most part (with the exception of the other counter and the table, though the table is mostly my shit anyway) might be construed as an advantage. XD
Even if I do feel a little guilty that I couldn't help...
Farmboy, brush my horse. Farmboy, polish my saddle.
And I wouldn't have felt guilty at all. Suprise, suprise.
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But something about sitting useless on the couch makes me feel guilty that I can't do shit.
Whether or not I should.
Course, I guess I'll call it payback when he kept kneeing me in the back last night.
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Dammit, where's Hakkai when you need him?
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Oh all right. But I get first go.
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I'll even gift wrap him for you. XD
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If you happen to be on again today in the next hour, I'm home sick again (Upper respiratory infection. Joy.) So I'll be up working on EL.
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But yay! On EL.
And I'll be one for another 45 minutes. And am supposed to be having a back and forth via e-mail with my mother, only she vanished right after she send me an e-mail saying she didn't have to rush off to work. *grumbles*
And did I mention that I'm sick as well? Yep, sore throat, and that nice, nice full -head sinus pressure headach.
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Actually, I was tempted to send you an email....I wrote that scene we discussed a couple weeks ago, where Kou figures it out. Very Dresden inspired, but I'm really happy with it, especially for the first pounding out.
Now if only the rest of it would write so easily and well.... *sigh*
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Yeah, if only all of our fics would write as easily as those brillant scenes where inspiration hits.
And yes, unfortunately me to.
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