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(can't you just pretend to be nice)
Oct. 8th, 2003 08:41 pmThings have been somewhat quiet. I figured I'd be thankful for that, chaos ended, but if anything it makes things worse. There are only so many chapters ahead that I can be and so many runs I can take before.
Oh, speaking of which, there are fresh muffins downstairs.
(Between Lorna, M-A and myself we'll never go thin again.)
I have all the research done for my next husk but if we're being honest I'm nervous to try it. It's so easy for something to go wrong and so much depends on this one, silly husk. I should have played it safe and tried something like, I don't know, another metal husk, something tougher, but no. Of course not. No, I go and try nearly impossible and dangerous husks that could possible turn me into very easily crumbled lead. Genius, that's me.
(You may all shake your heads now.)
No one has taken me up on my sparing partner offer. It's very sad but I understand. Even I wouldn't want to train with me once to three times a day. ... I need more long sleeved shirts that aren't sweaters. And a life while I'm at it.
(It's a good thing that we're having a slight heat wave here Angelo, dear or I'd be a little ticked over my lack of returned clothing. ;) If you could spare the time, though, I miss you something awful and would enjoy your company. You can blame it on the sweaters.)
In case you were worried Doug, the books in the library are all still intact. Thank you.
I liked feeling useful. I liked feeling needed; wanted. Isn't it ludicrious that it took a natural disaster to do it?
Oh, and it's the queerest thing. I really, really miss Pete Wisdom. Sir, do get back would you? I can only worry about you long distance for so long before my mother hen overdrive kicks in and I hear that's a rather disturbing sight to see.
Oh, speaking of which, there are fresh muffins downstairs.
(Between Lorna, M-A and myself we'll never go thin again.)
I have all the research done for my next husk but if we're being honest I'm nervous to try it. It's so easy for something to go wrong and so much depends on this one, silly husk. I should have played it safe and tried something like, I don't know, another metal husk, something tougher, but no. Of course not. No, I go and try nearly impossible and dangerous husks that could possible turn me into very easily crumbled lead. Genius, that's me.
(You may all shake your heads now.)
No one has taken me up on my sparing partner offer. It's very sad but I understand. Even I wouldn't want to train with me once to three times a day. ... I need more long sleeved shirts that aren't sweaters. And a life while I'm at it.
(It's a good thing that we're having a slight heat wave here Angelo, dear or I'd be a little ticked over my lack of returned clothing. ;) If you could spare the time, though, I miss you something awful and would enjoy your company. You can blame it on the sweaters.)
In case you were worried Doug, the books in the library are all still intact. Thank you.
I liked feeling useful. I liked feeling needed; wanted. Isn't it ludicrious that it took a natural disaster to do it?
Oh, and it's the queerest thing. I really, really miss Pete Wisdom. Sir, do get back would you? I can only worry about you long distance for so long before my mother hen overdrive kicks in and I hear that's a rather disturbing sight to see.
