still alive
Quick requisite "I have not been crushed by a meteor" post.
*rummages around LJ, taking in the new scenery*
100 icons! Wow. Of course this would happen just as my paid account runs out - and for goodness sakes nobody go out and LJ Fairy me because I'm still on hiatus and it would be Kind But Pointless - but such worldly concerns bother me not because:
SERENITY ADVANCE SCREENING ON AUGUST 24TH
I'VE GOT AGOLDEN TICKET!
*boogies down*
Milliways folken, I'm more sad than I can say that I missed both the wedding and the Academy plot, but I've bookmarked the summaries for reading in the holidays :) Anything else happen that I need to know about/might find amusing? Comment and link me.
So far many of my good intentions regarding work are ending up underfoot and suspiciously paving-stone-shaped, but I have a truly insane amount of assignments to do and I'd like to be able to break the hiatus for my two weeks of holidays, which means knuckling down now.
I spent a weekend finding out that there is such a thing as too much chocolate and Rachmaninoff hates sopranos. Woe upon my throat and diaphragm. No, the muscle. Yeah. The one in your stomach that you sing with.
What else?
schiarire keeps me sane. Go and buy her icons, instead.
*rummages around LJ, taking in the new scenery*
100 icons! Wow. Of course this would happen just as my paid account runs out - and for goodness sakes nobody go out and LJ Fairy me because I'm still on hiatus and it would be Kind But Pointless - but such worldly concerns bother me not because:
SERENITY ADVANCE SCREENING ON AUGUST 24TH
I'VE GOT A
*boogies down*
Milliways folken, I'm more sad than I can say that I missed both the wedding and the Academy plot, but I've bookmarked the summaries for reading in the holidays :) Anything else happen that I need to know about/might find amusing? Comment and link me.
So far many of my good intentions regarding work are ending up underfoot and suspiciously paving-stone-shaped, but I have a truly insane amount of assignments to do and I'd like to be able to break the hiatus for my two weeks of holidays, which means knuckling down now.
I spent a weekend finding out that there is such a thing as too much chocolate and Rachmaninoff hates sopranos. Woe upon my throat and diaphragm. No, the muscle. Yeah. The one in your stomach that you sing with.
What else?

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