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[primroseburrows]

Dear Life,

I'm sorry, I can't live you today. Am holed up in my room with bread and honey and the rest of S2 of BSG. Which, just as I predicted, has eaten my soul, and is the reason for the holing up in the room. And most likely the bread and honey.

Back soon,
Love,
Me

PS. Happy birthday dragonflymuse! Expect something ficlike as soon as I get done with the soul-eating. And belated birthday wishes to missapocalyptic. I didn't forget you, honest. *hugs*

*goes back to soul-suck-land*