The Stars and the Cookie Jar

I have eight hours to finish packing for a cross-country move that is the culmination of many hopes and dreams. Milliways_bar needs to crash for those eight hours.

The spider bite of death is responding very well to the Big Yellow Antibiotic Pills, fanks, but I'm dreading accidentally debriding it (read: ripping the silvery, fragile, necrotic tissue off the edges without the aid of topical Novocaine and doctory tools. say, by banging my leg against the corner of a shipping carton) and it really does hurt like fuck.

And Sonya has disappeared and Kraada is in Cyprus. Well, the good bits of him. The meat and bones are in Amherst.

dramaturgca  is a minor deity, and rymenhild  's sense of invention is wicked, wicked cool. And Nny needs to be pilloried. (grins)