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Boxes, boxes, boxes. There's something depressing about taking your life and condensing it down into so many cardboard boxes. I've done it enough times that I'm used to it, but I still don't like it very much. Nor is it the sort of thing I want to be doing at 9 in the morning, but I've got to get it done.
Yahoo is being fucky for me, and I'm having issues with replying to personal emails. I owe a lot of you guys responces, but issues are being had by me. Rumour has it they're revamping again.
I managed a rather successful dark bread and lamb soup last night. An interesting recipe, but too much work for me to do it very often. I will have to grab some more lamb next time I'm down at Pikes. I also want to pick up some of their dried beef.
I had a huge big character essay I had written in my head on Sam Vimes, that was going to lead into a rant on slashing a certain type of character that I refuse to slash, but I believe that I shall leave it for later as I am RPing and packing and I have class today.
I should also get some sort of breakfast.
Yahoo is being fucky for me, and I'm having issues with replying to personal emails. I owe a lot of you guys responces, but issues are being had by me. Rumour has it they're revamping again.
I managed a rather successful dark bread and lamb soup last night. An interesting recipe, but too much work for me to do it very often. I will have to grab some more lamb next time I'm down at Pikes. I also want to pick up some of their dried beef.
I had a huge big character essay I had written in my head on Sam Vimes, that was going to lead into a rant on slashing a certain type of character that I refuse to slash, but I believe that I shall leave it for later as I am RPing and packing and I have class today.
I should also get some sort of breakfast.