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I feel like blargh. I drove home in a fantastic thenderstorm. I am accompanied by a mug of Earl Grey. I'm planning to stay home from school tomorrow due to my sore throat. Thunder, rain, lightning, and gray skies gave me some way-cool ideas.

Seems like the right time to get into 23, don't you think?

blargh

Still feel like yuck.

Did, however, finish (and start O.o) 23.
It's so incredibly a fun chapter... watch out for shoes, though.


Also, Eliz, elizile, Elizabot, and all the other terms of endearment I have for her, wrote me the best drabble ever. To the request of 'cotton', with the character 'Hamlet', she writes:

It was a bright and breezy summer day.
Hamlet stood in the field, stark naked.
He gazed at a tuft of cotton with interest, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"The question is," Guildenstern mused quietly, "will he pick some to clothe himself?"
Hamlet heard.
"No, to be or not to be; THAT is the question!!"
"Are we playing at questions?," interjected Rosencrantz with delight.
"Does is look like we are?" Guildenstern replied with a slight sneer.
"Shut up," muttered Hamlet.
"Imperative statement," Rosencrantz retorted accusingly. "Point. One, zero, zero."
"Here we go again.." Hamlet moaned, slapping a palm to his forehead.



Hehee!! Girl, I adore you. Simply adore you.




And just so y'all know, hopefully I'll be staying home tomorrow, so I'll be able to catch up on sleep and health and icons and betas and posts. Sound bien? Fab.

Yours snifflingly,
-M