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May. 3rd, 2006 09:50 amThe weather outside, mostly in the way it smells and the way the air feels, makes me ridiculously nostalgic for summer 2004, when I was getting paid to sit around in comfy chairs and read Patrick O'Brian and drink fresh-ground & brewed coffee. That was also the summer I got myself OH-SO in-over-my-head with the Sparrington ficathon AND the J/W ficathon, and the summer I started Psalms to the Taffrail. And not that last summer wasn't incredible, but '04 just had something magical about it. I was diving head-first into fandom, writing like I'd never written before, and everywhere I turned there was something new and fantastic to learn or discover. It was something special.
Or I could be insane. At any rate, I need to finish my calculus.
Some points of housekeeping/love, thank you![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
obi_wansgirl for the lovely good-luck clover on my userinfo; it made me smile during an all-nighter when I especially needed it, and thank you drbillbongo for the DVD! Exploding wigs of death, indeed. :D
Or I could be insane. At any rate, I need to finish my calculus.
Some points of housekeeping/love, thank you
obi_wansgirl for the lovely good-luck clover on my userinfo; it made me smile during an all-nighter when I especially needed it, and thank you drbillbongo for the DVD! Exploding wigs of death, indeed. :D
