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[rm]

I am having the best, most feminine hair day, I've had in months. That it's how I picture Bellatrix's hair (although hers is darker and longer) should concern us all. Regardless, when these things coincide with castings, it's particularly gratifying (and surprising).

I think my body is making some progress in fighting the amoebas or whatver it is. I ate a bit of corn muffin and a bit of guacamole and some social tea biscuits all without dying (although it was uncomfortable). Nonetheless, back to rice, but hopefully I'll know what's wrong soon and will be medicated accordingly. What a nightmare.

For those of you particularly fond of Snake Charmer and Tortune King (two of the Carnivale LE's from BPAL), they're back for a limited time. -- All the Carnivales are, but I recall a few of you being particularly interested in bottles of these two. I'm debating picking up seconds myself.

Hey, I should do my taxes this week!

Stu finally frigging mailed me; I had thought, lord knows why (amoebic misery?), that he might not. I am apparently waiting for the full reply, at which point I will tell him aboutthe amoebic misery.

Laundry tonight. And when I am better, I must begin sewing.

For those keeping score at home the parental silence continues. My father's birthday is tomorrow. Lord do I not want this bomb to go off then.

Comments

[melebeth]

There is something about the phrase "social tea biscuits" that has me imagining little biscuit crumbs, in your stomach, having a tea party and discussing the day. Some of them are wearing hats, and they all have hands and feet and precious tiny china tea cups. They ignore the food that flows past, and sit on cilia, using white blood cells as tables. Very pleasant. Very british. Except for the decor.

[schpahky.livejournal.com]

Are you going to your parents' for the birthday?

You are a brave brave woman to try butter cookies and corn muffins when you have the amoebas.

[rm.livejournal.com]

I am not. I had begged off ages ago because of Maria's arrival. This is apparently FINE, which means it will come back to bite me in the ass in some horribly unfair way later. When are you here, btw?

[schpahky.livejournal.com]

Well done. Maybe intestinal woes were, no pun intended, pre-emptive ass-biting.

I am arriving Thursday and heading back Saturday afternoon. I'll drop you an email. God, you only see me after these crazy haircuts when I'm all styled and look as if I've been running through brambles.

[labellerose.livejournal.com]

Holding you in good thoughts, with everything that's going on...