psalm_onethirtyone | "Run and Find Something Better..."

L'essay, she is done, and I am free. :D

To-morrow Mum and Waen and Da' are going riding, so I shall be able to read and catch up on my e-mail (maybe!) and WATCH MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING EEEEEEEEEEEEEE ZARA WINS AT MY LIFE and write my letters and then when they come back we're going to Fort Hunter! ^_______^ I love Fort Hunter day, I loveitIloveitIloveit. So that will be exceptionally squeeful.

And Iiii got to talk with Peri to-day, because she let me telephone her and be an idiot at her, a dreadful idiot, and her cat squeaked at me, and glee. Peri is for the winning of the wonderful. ^______^ Also, she summarised all the Angel/Demon wtf that has been happening at DF, because I can never follow it.

To-day work was full of crack, but that was because no body showed up. sdgjkl;kl asdgjgk You know how I am not an employee any more? I was an employee to-day. Nothing had been updated, the cats hadn't been fed, watered, or had their litter box cleaned in three days, nobody was there to do any of the activities akfsjldkfjlkfjsld. >_> So I did. And I also got to talk to Lynne, who has her cast out, and, she says, they took out the staples in her leg. ^___^ That is for the good. And Louise is doing okay; Eleanor not so much, but I think she was happy to see me. Joyce was thrilled at her lists (thank you, Lillie! ^__________^), and I got Gayle Pepsi, and Blanche was all funny and bouncy and exceedingly pleased because I fished her spoon out from under her bed. She's awful about that. She looses things under her bed all the time, and the nurses are always far too busy to get them out for her, so every time I go in I just duck under the bed and look, just as a matter of course. Once I found a box of brown sugar, a hairbrush, and a pillow. Once it was a saltshaker. Once it was a box of kleenex. She looses everything. --Oh, and Lynne loved my Oberlin Reading Girl shirt. She looked at it for a few minutes and then went '^_______________^ SHE'S WEARING SNEAKERS!'.

I treated an innocent woman at the library to a lecture on Hamlet yesterday, but it was her fault for getting out the Kenneth Branaugh version. *innocence!*

Waen isn't speaking to me because I told her I couldn't watch Harold and Maude with her, I needed to do my history. >_____< She's really upset. I am trying to be extra-good and not bother her.

(--I had no clean underwear to-day, so I ended up having to wear the bikini that Mum bought me two birthdays ago when I was not so fat I could not wear it. I felt ridiculous. It is blue with yellow polkadots, and it does not make a very good brassiere, in that it doesn't fit, because it is not for the current size of Soujin. Norm kept staring at my breasts and saying 'God bless you'.)

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Excellent. ^____^

No, see, you let me talk to you (for an hour and forty-five minutes, no less). And I don't remember any idiocy on your part, kthx.