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[curgoth]

Random bits;

We got our server/ghost, the sadist, at the Maison Hantee to run around with a d00m bee in Montreal.

I have my first Mage portrait mostly done. It's all ink so far; a bit on pencil will be added for shading.

I have 95% worked out how to password protect journal entires for Labyrinth. I may be mailing out username/passwords soonish.

I really need to send my dad a birthday card; his birthday is tomorrow. And fathers days is soon.

I have lost my loaner decent laptop bag. I am, for today, back to the duct tape laptop bag. Grr.

To the gym tonight!

I am still run down; I keep feeling hungry, but I've eaten more than I should have already today.

I think tomorrow night will be veg out and write journal night. Maybe watch some of the new zim I have downloaded.

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[curgoth]

A similar train of thought is why Liz never turns to me and asks "what are you thinking about?" any more.

Because once, I turned to her and replied "sperm whales." Then I explained how I got there; Toronto has three subways stops named after the UK patron saints; St. Andrew, St. George and St. Patrick. So I got to wondering why there isn't a St. David station, since he's the patron saint of Wales. Then, thinking on whales, I ended up wondering why sperm whales are called sperm whales.

So, she doesn't ask me that any more...

[semperfiona]

*chuckle* Back when Ray and I were still happy together we used to have a similar thing, except that I didn't have to ask "what are you thinking?" He would just come out with some completely random remark. Sometimes I'd ask how he got there, and get an explanation about as convoluted as yours.