posted by
selkie at 05:52am on 17/07/2004
Why am I up? I'm going to work.
Why am I going to work? Eff if I know.
(Oh, by the way, go read Diane Duane's hilarious story 'Herself'...)
I could have slept a bit later but I don't have an alarm clock yet, because I'm not really at work until Tuesday. This is just some noncoverage, and whatever, I need to get paid, and whatever, they can't keep me that long, I have a cardio at 9:30.
The leg clocks in at 'healing and starting to itch!'.
Yay.
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(hugs)
Sorry I wasn't around earlier; I was in a weird mood and talking to the one or two and a half people who can stand me when I get PTSD like that. This does not happen often. I'm just a flake.
(more hugs)
Will you show me how to do a link in a comment entry, like you did at House of Arch? Because...kiddies.
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As for links in comments, it's the same as links anywhere else [a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/yournamehere/thread#howthehellshouldiknow"]Yourtexthere[/a]
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...Are you apartmentalized?
(sends blessings, and the drooly, furry blessings of a very odd cat, who thinks at you this haiku)
i hope your new home
has lots of tasty mice and
spots for you to sleep.
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Oh, and I conked out on Will. Sorry. Painkillers. Also, obscene hour, at that point. :)
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No worries. I figure Kassandra just got distracted and wandered off outside in her insane little way, right? (Plus, I totally understand the whole obscene hour problem.)