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Today is already shaping up to be much better than yesterday, which We Shall Never Speak Of Again. Most of it was fine and dandy and full of Disney movies and nostalgia, but after about 5pm it just snowballed into a miserable pile of stress and sickness and all-around shit.

But this morning I got a call from schiarire and she did not run shrieking at the sound of my voice, which is scratchy and

(and we pause while the Desmoulins get married for the fifth time this morning...Ji, can we icon that or something?)

disgusting because my body loves to get sick just when I don't need it to be. But phone call! Yay.

ETA: WARNING. COMMENTS TO THIS ENTRY CONTAIN HIGHLY DISTURBING TRANSHISTORICAL LOVE AFFAIRS AND GENERAL MULTITHREADED INSANITY ON THE PART OF JI, ART AND MYSELF.

AND ALSO

drealle managed to talk her way onto a panel that interviewed Joss Whedon, and she's posted about it here - go! Read! Delight in Joss' vision and Serenity-comments!

holidays = memes

Okay, okay.

( Five Fictional Characters I'd Shag meme )

ALSO: HEATHER IS LOVE. THIS IS TRUE. HEATHER MAY SHAG EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THE 100 ICONS SHE BOUGHT FOR LUCIFER.