I assume it goes without saying that I will not be at Arisia this week on account of everything, but tonight at dinner when we were eating our steak pot pie Autolycus who had been very quiet all evening suddenly seized in his jaws a chunk of potato half the size of his head and bore it triumphantly away like a saber-toothed cat with a mastodon from the tar pit and we did not let him eat the potato, but it was a beautiful thing to see. (We did let him eat some of the steak.) I seem after decades to be hitting my physical limit of consecutive all-nighters. I would honestly like some of this month back already.
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- 1: No one who can stand staying landlocked for longer than a month at most
- 2: Is this your name or a doctor's eye chart?
- 3: And they won't thank you, they don't make awards for that
- 4: But the soft and lovely silvers are now falling on my shoulder
- 5: What does it do when we're asleep?
- 6: Now where did you get that from, John le Carré?
- 7: Put your circuits in the sea
- 8: Sure as the morning light when frigid love and fallen doves take flight
- 9: And in the end they might even thank me with a garden in my name
- 10: I'd marry her this minute if she only would agree
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