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Now the fucking computer is fine. I'm sure it hates me. Marc couldn't hear anything last night because it likes him.

I don't think he's rebooted since then because his system tray is still minimal. Maybe it'll hate him when he reboots.

Anyway... my tummy is upset, my head is stuffy, and I'm tired. I sent Marc and Elena off to BK for dinner with a request to bring something home for me. I really want to take a nap but I'm afraid that'll mess up my sleep schedule. I just need to stay up until 8 pm. Then I can go to sleep.

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littleweeds: (Default)Dyane Arden

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Warnings...

Weapon of choice?
Fear the wool combs.

99% harmless.
1% lethal.

But, Lord Crist! whan that it remembreth me
Upon my yowthe and on my jolitee,
It tikleth me aboute myn herte roote.
Unto this day it dooth myn herte boote
That I have had my world, as in my tyme.

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