Thursday would be better - need to take K-Bug to the doc today.

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I believe that she has it around midday, at some point between breakfast and dinner, every day of the week.

I see the "smart-ass" bug is catching.

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Catching? I thought I was Patient Zero.

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Happy Pleiday!

Really pleased that things are looking brighter, Gud - you're both in my thoughts. Sounds like the increase is of the good.

I don't need to spend that much money. I have read them already. I do not go back and reread them every day, or every week, or every month. I do not need them. I like them, I want them, but actually I don't need them. And I really don't need to spend hundreds of pounds sterling on moving something I don't use on a regular basis.

This would earn you a look of utter confusion from Jilli. Your words do not match our Earth Logic.

...well, it's not something that comes naturally to me. But the thing is, I don't HAVE a house. And I can't keep accruing stuff to take up space at my parents', even though they have kept my room as my room, and a lot of my stuff (books etc) are still there. But I've had to clear out a lot of the books & bits and pieces too, because - well, their house, not mine, and LOTS of books. So the ones I wasn't going to read again all got booted a few years ago, which was maybe 3/4 of the books.

And now I'm trying hard to be Ruthless!Fay and get on with the whole Getting Rid Of Stuff Process.

Which is not easy. But neither is paying masses of cash for things I don't need. And I am SO horrifyingly disorganised anyway that I really need to aim for clarity and order. Yes.

eyes pile of books morosely.

ION, Me & Jilli went to the Science Fiction Hall of Fame awards last night, chiefly because the Master of Ceremonies was Neil Gaiman. ...Anyway, he was delightful company as ever, insisted on giving Jilli a hug when he first ran into her, actually remembered my name (trust me, I'm often Mr. Jilli to a lot of folks even in Seattle *sigh*)

Oh, bless him. There is a certain inevitability to your being Mr Jilli rather than Jilli being Mrs Pete, because - well, she's Jilli. Yes. But jolly good show Mr Gaiman with the name-recalling skills. I forget the names of co-workers at times, so I'm really quite impressed.

eyes pile of Sandman comics with increasing guilt

As for when the kitties meet, out vet advises us not to interfere and let them sort it out but I fear that Trinian's brain of very small size will just make her a very vicious being. I'm a tad concerned to say the least.

Your boys do sound adorable. (I'm intrigued by Hec's tuna fish suggestion, but I fear that Trinian might try to eat their heads if they smelled like tuna.) I'm sure it'll all work out okay, though, after Trinian's worldview has been shattered and reassembled to include other four legged beings. She'll deal. Bitterly, perhaps, at first, but I'm sure she'll deal.

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I believe that she has it around midday, at some point between breakfast and dinner, every day of the week.

I see the "smart-ass" bug is catching.

With the addition of the "wrong like a wrong thing" virus. There's days I don't remember to eat lunch, days I don't have time to eat lunch (that would have been this past weekend), days where I just graze....

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The whole high school thing is hitting her hard.

Met a relative of my stepmother’s at the wedding, with pubescent son in tow. Said something nice about teenagers. Mom gave Look of Death and hissed, “He’s NOT a teenager!” Oh, I’m sorry, says I. How old is he, then? Turned out to be: twelve and a half. Mom: angry. Son: Eye-rollingly embarrassed by her. Foresee: Big Giant Issues Ahead.

If I go hang laundry out on the line,

Amy Parker will be proud of you. Plus you have company in me. Especially the part where desserts are forthwith indulged.

Let loose the kitties of war!

Alas, at my house, the kitties of war are currently sending messages of poop on the carpet. Send cats-getting-along-ma, stat!

Happy Late Birthday Cass! Hope it was fabulous. Happy Birthday Today for Plei, Mamma-of-the-Lilybean, who stars in some of the cutest baby pictures I’ve ever seen.

Also Happy Father’s Day for all the Buffista Dads out there. I called mine yesterday and laughed at him with the greatest snarkitude ‘cause he’s my Dad and there’s nothing he can do about it now. Then I thanked him for always laughing at my jokes. Good times.

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Happy birthday, Plei! May there be some calm and some Plei-pampering.

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I am going to punch Germany in the face.

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...so today Flatmate, who has been my best friend and coworker for the past 3 years, left Egypt for Cyprus (holiday with family) and thence to the UK.

I am rattling around in a half-empty, half-chaotic flat, throwing things in the bin and stuffing other things into bin liners to give to the cleaner/the boab/other impoverished people who may make good use of them..

Tonight Friend Upstairs leaves Egypt for the US, thence to Korea.

Then it's me and Friend A Few Doors Down, and then I go.

I could spend the next week weeping quite easily, but just at the moment I'm halfway numb. It's so - it's just incomprehensible somehow that this life is hurtling to a close and another chapter is opening up - and I know it's all one door closes another one opens blah blah blah but there's still the whole part about this door CLOSING. And it's been a very special year, and I've got some really bloody lovely friends here, and I like Cairo a lot, and - and this is just really pretty damned upsetting, really.

Shit.

All alone. Weird weird weird. I feel a bit like someone chopped off one of my limbs, and I'm too shocked to really realise it yet. Or something. Or, shit, I don't know.

is sad

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{{{Fay}}} May the next phase of your life's adventure be smooth sailing, with fabulous haberdashery available.

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