Pausing in the midst of all tragedy and germs to say "Wait. Somebody's claiming House? Need to at least get my name on the list, though Wilson may medicate me if I try anything." I think he's great although it makes me fear for my personal life how many people tell me how perfect my Fic!House voice is. I'm just...a good mimic. That's the ticket. Poor Meara's "friend". Getting that stuff stolen is never easy, and I wasn't roughed up.

The pitcher talk is what reminded me to acknowledge the package - but then again, EVERYONE knows my fannish obsessions. It is raining like crazy here right now and all I can think of is the Arizona sunshine. Shoot, even if it rains when we are there, it will be a warm rain.

K-Bug has already pulled out her suitcase and is making lists. Our trip is over a week away. I think my obsessions are rubbing off on her.

I wish it would rain here...it's been crazy long.

Love your dream, Raq.

I had about 4 hours on intermittent sleep. Mostly my fault; I stayed up till 12 IMing the Boy, cause he leaves for 3 weeks today. And then I was just sucked into the Suicide Girls website. Interesting.

I still have the Cold O' Doom hanging on, but I'm coffeed up pretty well.

Still, all things considered? I'd rather still be in bed.

I'm sitting in class, waiting for my Music exam to start.

You have EXAMS?!?!?

Lisah -- lots of strength and brackets to your sil's family -- how horrible.

Jessica - you look adorable with that haircut -- definitely call and get the stylists name!

My sil just told me she knitted a sock for her ipod. I want pictures!

Great dream, Raq.

Fantastic dream, Raq. Heh.

All good wishes to Minnesota Girl. It doesn't take much to shatter our sense of safety, and it takes a lot to rebuild it. I'm glad the physical injuries were no worse, and I hope she recovers quickly.

Jess, I forgot to say, Great Hair! I hope you've figured a way to get the stylist's name by now.

CJ is always teh cute.

Eeek! The guys are clearing out the under-eaves closet that runs the length of our house. My parents used it for an attic ever since the house was built, and, well, so have we, in all the years we've lived here. There're things in there that I want: my childhood books, about a dozen of them, the gilt-stamped leather-look classics (Alice, Moby Dick, Hawthorne, Hugo, etc.), and The Undersea World of Jaques Cousteau series. The trunk containing doll clothes for the ballerina doll I plan to sell on ebay--more bucks with the trunk and wardrobe. So far they've brought out lots of cardboard, plywood shelves from a closet DH built and then tore down, StE's roller skates (mine are in there somewhere, still in their metal case), and a chair. I shudder to think how long this is going to take.

I am cheering myself from the craptasticness of today by hoping that Tom will go along with my zany plan to go here for dinner tomorrow night.

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