"She Thought Me Handsome, My Opera Dancer..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

Received Florian's letter this morning. Zara is sitting in my head reeling off a string of obscenities, but actually I don't know what she's upset about (exactly, I mean).

Patrice, on the other hand, is ready to strangle himself. He knows exactly what he's upset about. Combeferre or Musichetta are necessary to prevent imminent death. >_> Why do my socken do such dreadful things? I would beg to know; but, hey, I'm the one who said I liked figment angst.

To work!

Also, guh, Kali. I need you. ;_; Come home.

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[julietveiled.livejournal.com]

Here, I'm here, here I am, though I will be intermittent for weeks. Weekends become joy in the life of an unschooler, ironically.

What do you need me for? You only want me for my puppets! *melo-sob!* I knew it all along!

(i feel giddily nervous and nervously giddy, so, um. ...apropos of nothing. HELLO.)

[mhari.livejournal.com]

Please to bear in mind that Florian wrote that two or three weeks ago. *eyedart*

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

Eee. Speaking of letters, plenty have come today. Two from you, my dear, and I must say, kindly stop hitting your head. Apart from that, the lake sounds perfectly wonderful and so does Waen's birthday. *jealous*

Also! Patrice's notecard, which I suspect Alice will reply to, and a certain postcard from a certain sekrit puppet, which was received with no trouble. I am in love with him, by the by. Perhaps Horatio's card shall come tomorrow.

[metaphora.livejournal.com]

..Apologizing on Joly's behalf for any trouble, because he'd likely make it worse saying anything, himself. :>

Why am I not in the shower yet? I'm sweaty and tired and bleeding all over from the yardwork. Not that you needed to know that, but I really need to know why I'm not scrubbing myself raw.