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So last night I was convinced I was getting strep because this is the time of year when I always get strep...woke up in the middle of the night unable to breathe and had to shut myself in the bathroom with the shower on supermondomegahot in order to steam out my lungs. Blargh. Just a headcold after all, but what a headcold. Then spent 45 mins this morning scraping my car as my heat is apparently broken and, well, anyway, it was not fun.
Thanksgiving went well though. I think. My mother wouldn't let me help cook this morning so I napped around ten, ate, went back to sleep on her bed at two. Woke up for the raffles and games and stuff my stepfather's family does for every holiday, ate pie, came home. Was supposed to do things with Kerri tonight but, no, I don't know. Took Nyquil. Lots of it. Prolly overdosed on it and it makes me jittery and hyper, so. Also my mom spiked everything I drank today, from my tea to my hot cocoa to my egg nog. She's a big believer in hot toddies, apparently. *rolls eyes* What's really behind that is she thinks it's hysterical to see me with alcohol. The whole family thinks it's funny. They really need to get hobbies.
Also, they need to watch party videotapes. Although I am not nearly as bad as my friends. I just tend to talk about pancakes a lot and people try to light me on fire--no, sorry, they try to light me a fire, which is entirely different.
Anyway.
Someone really needs to stop being festive and sign online and entertain me before I give in and go to bed because honestly, this might be my last night on the planet. I don't think it's a headcold anymore based on its complete and utter resistance to the Nyquil I'm pouring down my throat. I'm pretty sure I have the plague. Yes.
*sigh*
A couple new people friended me, I discovered today. Y'all might want to back out of that. Do it now and I won't hold it against you. ;-) I can read entries like this one. I can see how I'm a boring crackbaby. Escape while you still can!
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OK, giving up, going to bed. Night, all, and Happy Thanksgiving! *hugs*
Thanksgiving went well though. I think. My mother wouldn't let me help cook this morning so I napped around ten, ate, went back to sleep on her bed at two. Woke up for the raffles and games and stuff my stepfather's family does for every holiday, ate pie, came home. Was supposed to do things with Kerri tonight but, no, I don't know. Took Nyquil. Lots of it. Prolly overdosed on it and it makes me jittery and hyper, so. Also my mom spiked everything I drank today, from my tea to my hot cocoa to my egg nog. She's a big believer in hot toddies, apparently. *rolls eyes* What's really behind that is she thinks it's hysterical to see me with alcohol. The whole family thinks it's funny. They really need to get hobbies.
Also, they need to watch party videotapes. Although I am not nearly as bad as my friends. I just tend to talk about pancakes a lot and people try to light me on fire--no, sorry, they try to light me a fire, which is entirely different.
Anyway.
Someone really needs to stop being festive and sign online and entertain me before I give in and go to bed because honestly, this might be my last night on the planet. I don't think it's a headcold anymore based on its complete and utter resistance to the Nyquil I'm pouring down my throat. I'm pretty sure I have the plague. Yes.
*sigh*
A couple new people friended me, I discovered today. Y'all might want to back out of that. Do it now and I won't hold it against you. ;-) I can read entries like this one. I can see how I'm a boring crackbaby. Escape while you still can!
......
OK, giving up, going to bed. Night, all, and Happy Thanksgiving! *hugs*
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Date: 2002-11-28 06:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-11-28 06:38 pm (UTC)You're online.
You have five minutes to find and entertain me.
Starting now.
Also, are you done yet? *G*
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Date: 2002-11-28 11:29 pm (UTC)I'm sorry I wasn't online to entertain you. Guestage! But you probably had TONS of time to write your smut.
Are YOU done yet?! =)
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Date: 2002-11-30 04:12 pm (UTC)I'm working on it! *G*
I'm sorry I wasn't online to entertain you. Guestage!
Oh, well. You should know--that was not allowed. Guests. Feh. I'm deducting points from. Something. With points. Or. Whatever. I'm just deducting points, dammit!
But I hope you had a fabulous day. ;-)
But you probably had TONS of time to write your smut.
Are YOU done yet?! =)
Hehehehe. How badly would you maim me if I said yes? *blinks innocently* Because--
No, just kidding, not done. But working on it! Well on my way to pairing/location/blowjobbery. :) Well. Vague blowjobbery at this point. But there's a pairing. And a location! Whoo!
Hope you've made some progress. Mostly because I'm all bored with my own writing and want to read someone else's, but also because I know how much joy and satisfaction you'll get from completing this fic!
Heh. ;-)