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WELCOME TO THE BLOG POST OF NO UNIFYING THEME. Please make yourself at home.

Gmail has reached a point where it is almost unusable. It takes several minutes to send or archive an email, and if I try to delete something from a thread, I have to restart the site before the next doodah in the thread will expand. What the shit is going on? I don't want to whine if it really is the earthquakes that have knocked some bricks onto the tubes, mind you.

In happier news, I just finished helping beta (by which I mean mostly writing "LOL!" and "Oh snap!" on the doc file) a fic by misswinterhill entitled We're Lost, It's Cold, And There Are Dragons Out There which is a Merlin AU that I think even people who don't watch Merlin will probably follow pretty well if they choose to read it. And you should! Because it's fun.

When does Merlin come back on the air, by the way? It's been too long since I felt that strange mixture of pleasure and shame it inspires in me.

Talking of shame, I watched the Law & Order Los Angeles episode with Tim DeKay guest starring. He is the saddest Timmy ever. Jesus Christ, there was nothing at all good about that. Well, I mean, DeKay was fine, all the acting was fine, but the show's writing and pacing is way off, and I'm just not that into watching a serial rapist viciously torment his latest victim's widowed husband for forty-two minutes. CALL ME CRAZY.

In summary: I am dying for either some pesto pasta salad, specifically the pesto pasta salad from my undergrad's indy cafe (oh god it was so good) or a philly cheesesteak.

This weather is confusing the hell out of my digestive system.

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I could say "Argh, this day" but lately that's been some kind of motif for me, so I'll just go with ARGH EVERY DAY.

But I made a box.

And what kind of day can be all bad when you make a box? Never mind that's too small to put anything in, thus defeating the purpose of boxes.

AHAHAHAHA GUYS I MADE A PARABOX.

To go with my pair'a'ducks. Which will not fit in the box.

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I went to bed early in the hopes of this day being over sooner and just had a dream that my company was asked to play host to the first official alien ambassadors to Earth.

Except they looked like goldfish, so someone had just tossed their spaceships (read: plastic bags full of water) in a corner, and I -- outraged -- had to take them carefully with me as bluejeans07 and I (HI JEAN) went shopping for an appropriate fishtank. Which I informed my peers in no uncertain terms I would be keeping at my desk because none of them were competent to recognise alien ambassadors when they saw them.

Maybe I need a pet. Or to get out more.

I'm going back to bed.