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A building exploded and collapsed on the Upper East Side this morning (62nd between Park & Mad). The news tells us it was a townhouse with a duplex apartment and a doctor's office (oxygen tanks?) and that it wasn't terrorism. As much as I may rant about the Upper East Side, that part of it is really something and deeply linked into my childhood and snobbery and I can't seem to tear myself away from the news.

ETA: Apparently it was a fucking suicide attempt?!?

in other news

While I couldn't care less, I think it's delightful that the Neville/Luna 'shippers refer to their fixaton as The Government Stole My Toad. That's so cute!

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I did something to my neck and now can't move it in one direction. Kali gave me some useful help on it, although the advice mostly seems to involve lying on the floor as cats rampage over me. Coat pictures soon.