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this morning i got to that uploading of farm pictures i talked about last night. so, here are some pictures of starbuckle, mmm_cake, me and the beautiful farm in the fall.

a sample:

( more in here )

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i have a meme and i have a plan. meme first.

gacked from minervacat, ( obsessions in threes )

and the plan is to pack up my computer right now and head to the bookmill (yes, i'm obsessed) and sit in that sunny, happy cafe until i have responded to every e-mail in my overloaded inbox. and then find three jobs that i can apply to. and only then can i come home. deal? deal. ::packs a lunch::

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dear self,

you came to the bookmill to sit and respond to e-mail, not to get into discussions about tops and bottoms or check your skyehawke page every 30 seconds. stop dicking around and get to it!

in annoyance,
self

skyehawke is kind of a problem. i hadn't realized i could watch which stories got how many hits and all that. it's all so random. to get a rating on a silly little drabble and see twenty something people read a story i'm more excited about and not say anything... it's not bad, it's just weird. i need to close that window, pronto.

but also, the recs thing? that's so great! no! no! close the windooooowwww!!!

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thus begins campaign 'no e-mail left behind.' the first in my box (arranged alphabetically by sender, for variety) is from yesterday. the second? from may. heh.

there are 212 total. can i do this in one go, you think? (i realize many people accumulate much more than this, but i tend to keep it around 10. until suddenly it explodes, as it has recently done.) eek.

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i'm almost up to g! that might actually be impressive if i hadn't don this last week and given up after getting this far. so these were mostly new e-mails anyway. ::sigh::

however, i was clued in to the fact that i had neglected to point out one of the first line drabbles -

Fleur and Krum were one thing by fuschia. beeeyooooteeeful.

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i'm spammalicious, huh? you must all be wanting to sedate me.

it occurred to me the other day - and i shared this with starbuckle - that elijah and dom in the wee dom/ron story are totally camillafarfalla and me. the cell phone conversation? it was practically a conversation we've had. except ours probably went more like this:

me: did you have your date with C???
camilla: yep.
me: omg!!!::spazz:: how did it goooo???
camilla: well, it was...[details here]
me: dude! does he have a banana? banana!!! did you talk about the banana???
camilla: ::shakes head in bemusement:: no. i did not bring up the banana.
me: why not?! ok, then, when i meet him, we're talking about the banana.
camilla: ::changes subject::
10 minutes pass
me: omg, banana!!!

see?

but, for the record, when she was actually on the date, i only sent her banana-related text messages.

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omg, i swear this will be my last post. for at least an hour.

but i'm sitting here and i just noticed i was slouching so i straightened up and the seam on the back of my jeans caught on the back of the chair and... made this noise... and there's a guy right behind me at the bookshelves and i'm sure he thinks i just farted. omg! i am so humiliated. ::facepalms::

has it been an hour?

dude. i'm down to 118. it's slow going though, i'll tell ya.

and my thoughts are elsewhere at the moment. my mom has done a ton of work lately toward getting my grandfather into an assisted living facility. and it looked like things were working so well, they had a place - right near the church where i work - he had agreed to it, etc. and now it turns out that they won't take him because he has dementia - according to their pre-intake test.

it's not surprising, really, to know this about him. he's been in rough mental shape for quite a while. but it's still really sad and i'm worried for him and feel sad and frustrated on behalf of my mom, who has been putting so much into this.

and rach's mom called yesterday to tell her that her brother (rach's) has lost his job. and that she's visiting her (mom's) father whose skin is so thin and fragile, it breaks when he's bathed.

getting old is terrifying.

i think it's time to pack up the computer and take a stroll by the river before heading home. ♥

rec

for some frickinguh hotbadwronggoodnes, check out hackthis's boone/jack - son of a preacher man. holy shit it's good. and i've written a sequel in my head and if you ask me, i'll tell you how it goes. it involves charlie and some impassioned palm-licking.

i am at home and feeling all weird from not having interacted with many human beings today.

tai chi tonight. ooh! better make sure the vcr is working.