Wow, it really is cold. I didn't think to check until you guys were talking, but 18 degrees BRR.
Wonder what happened to my scarf?
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Wow, it really is cold. I didn't think to check until you guys were talking, but 18 degrees BRR.
Wonder what happened to my scarf?
My ForecastFox has turned from a sun into a frozen thermometer.
Poor Bastet. The tables are so piled with mail and school books that she has nowhere to walk without knocking things over. She is not a happy camper.
Still recovering from Night o' Nausea...No alcohol or weird food...I think my mother's germ got bounced by my stomach. I guess it's worth it if I don't catch anything else, but I think "weak stomach" might need to be replaced by "You-know-what"...Voldemort style, lest I invoke it. Jeez...why does that happen in the small hours? So tiring.
After the holidays, I want to work on getting to know more people in Salem. I think that getting more involved at the Peabody Essex Museum might help, and... er... bah.
Nora, the work and school thing? Keeping you pretty busy.
I know, I'll apply for this job out in Salem, and then you guys can put me up! Hey, how much more involved in the community can you get than living with a teacher, right?
ForecastFox has turned from a sun into a frozen thermometer.
Ruh-oh.
Sorry about the ick, erika.
Thanks...totally sucks. Why can't I just be sensitive to yellow or something? But I'm gonna live.
Any sign of a Hil anywhere around for one last glorious flail of help-I-don't-get-algebra?
A couple hours later, but do you still need help?
A couple hours later, but do you still need help?
She's in the shower, but should be back in a minute.