Half past the day, making hay
I have an ear infection! I thought it was weather-changing headaches from the not-an-easter, but no. It got to the point where it hurt too much to sleep on my left side and I saw a doctor. I really could have sworn this model was supposed to come with an immune system.
In better news,
greygirlbeast linked me the Decemberists' latest drowning song: "Rusalka, Rusalka/Wild Rushes." Salt marsh, sirens, and wedding the sea. Yes, all right.
I may revise my plans for this evening to collapse.
In better news,
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I may revise my plans for this evening to collapse.
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I am trying to write about BOY PEOPLE and the AFAB PEOPLE keep TAKING OVER THE BOOK. *throws a quiet tantrum*
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yiiiiiiiikes
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The doctor was looking into my ear when she made the diagnosis, which gives me hope.
I am trying to write about BOY PEOPLE and the AFAB PEOPLE keep TAKING OVER THE BOOK.
SO SHERBOURNE GETS A B-PLOT HE'LL SURVIVE.
(Was he supposed to be the A-plot? I thought the A-plot was surprise baby is the worst anniversary present and everything else was happening around that.)
*hugs*
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And I am glad antibiotics exist in this day and age.
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Gotcha. Well, that sounds like he was always sharing the A-plot, then. I trust you. This book may just be more complex than the last.
And I am glad antibiotics exist in this day and age.
Me too. I'm pretty sure without them I'd be actually dead.
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You're a delicate gilled flower and I very very much prefer you alive!
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It might. Then you'll revise it. I'm looking forward.
*hugs*
You're a delicate gilled flower and I very very much prefer you alive!
I don't think of myself as fragile! If I were fragile, I think I'd also be dead. But I'll take the gills.
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I am literally prodding a delicate pile of words around right now. They're sort of doing what I want.
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Okay, words matter. Lightning, lighting bug. That's fair.
I am literally prodding a delicate pile of words around right now. They're sort of doing what I want.
Want me to look at them?
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