I hate being sick.

I am feeling better, but I get way too tired way too easily. I am trying to rake up the evil liquid amber/sweet gum seed balls in my tiny front yard. I had to come in and take a break. this is a 15-20 min job, if that.

stupid lungs

Puppets.... So many puppets....

::shudder::

Which only leaves me to wonder how hee-larious a puppet Seany would be.

Did I do either my Kermit or my Animal impersonation for you?

I can move my arms like a puppet. I'm already halfway there.

Plei! Congratulations!

I have nothing of any substance to say.

EMILY'S INSUBSTANTIAL!

So, any questions you wanna ask about Photoshop?

Oh, bless you. No, I think I'm good for now - I'm not very good at following the destructions, really - I like to poke things with a stick until I figure out how they work, when it comes to technology. So far this hasn't got me blown up. We live in hope that this will continue.

And Plei! The lady of the hour! How fabulous! How's the lemur Princess Tickybox? Other than unbelievably wee?

Other than unbelievably wee?

She's a little peanut.

She's a little peanut.

Huh. I'm sure there's a sultana/princess gag in there somewhere, but I think I'm going to eschew it for the moment.

Yo, Sean! How's it going, love? How's the flatmate?

eta

Oooh! Accidental sluttage! Go me!

Ah! Fay! It's just a day of blessings, isn't it?

I was just looking at my brother's pictures from his trip, including a lovely shot of the Nile at Luxor. And thinking of Fay. And why the fuck is my keyboard reacting so fucking slowly, motherfucking aaaarrgh. Pardon.

ETA: and now my father's sent one of him and my brother on mules at Giza. Sigh. Jealous.

Hi lovely Fay!

I had a talk with the flatmate yesterday, and he apparently shared my horror over the cruel ignorance of his guest. We seemed to come to sort of a truce between us, but I think this whole thing may have a chilling effect on our relationship.