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[primroseburrows]

I was supposed to be in bed an hour ago, but going to bed for me takes forever, what with Stuff I need to do beforehand. Plug in the phone, get water, go to the bathroom...you get the picture.


Also, I want all good thoughts/prayers/vibrations/blessings/whatever you call them to the South Coast. Keep safe, New Orleans and the rest. New England's thinking of you tonight.

Day off tomorrow, a good piece of which I'll spend glued to my television.

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[willysunny.livejournal.com]

((((((((((((SWEETIE)))))))))))))

I miss you.

*hugs tight*

[primroseburrows.livejournal.com]

We should do lunch soon. Soon, d00d.

[willysunny.livejournal.com]

YES.

VERY SOON.

LIKE, ANYTIME.

[primroseburrows.livejournal.com]

I HAVE THIS WEEKEND OFF.

[willysunny.livejournal.com]

Omg. You do?

Let me check in with Master A. and get back with you!

*clings*

[primroseburrows.livejournal.com]

!!!!!!! Say the word, Devotchka.

[peacey.livejournal.com]

On my knees for those affected by Katrina's wrath. Hands in wallet to follow.

BTW, thought of you this morning, Ms. Lyric. Once again, tore myself away from my story to come to work, feeling just as vile, short-tempered and resentful about it as ever, thinking "No one understands what it feels like to just *stop* writing. It's an amputation, for chrissakes. Poor, poor, pissed off me." So I'm rolling in self-pity on the ride to work, feeling so completely alone and not understood (because ppl at work mostly think me an anti-social outcast - not that I care, but.) when I heard a few lines of lyric that completely brightened my day because, obviously, someone felt the same way I did about something. "I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut. My weakness is that I care too much." Now, granted, it was probably about something else, but whatever. It lightened my load. Just thought I'd share for no particular reason. :)