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Twenty five emails, which is rather better, this morning. Really, I'd feel well loved if it didn't take so long to read them all. At some point I'll go back ot the post and find out just how many I've read.

Still got a cold, but we're taking Ashley in, and a cold isn't really enough of an excuse to skive college. So I'll be sniffly at people today, with added sore throat, stomachcramps, back ache (bloody computer chair's to low and doesn't go higher!), dry eyes and what might later turn into a headache. Fun!

See, I get to be bitchy. I'm ill. And no one's fandom_wanked the post at fanficrants, though they have the one after, which kinda scares me because that means they think it's a perfectly rasonable and serious discussion. Clearly we need someone typing all in caps and spelling things wrong on purpose before it gets wanky. On the other hand, if it were mentioned on the thread we would be invoking fandom_wank, and then we would probably get wanked. And I'd whine about the 9098 word comment that got deleted, but, wait, I just did.

I did get a nice email from someone trying to promote more Farf/Nagi fics. ::Pleased::

I'm going to be a zombie throughout physics. ta-ta!

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Ugh!

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( Amused I say, Amused! )

Um... oh yes, still ill, but less so now. Mentioned to Mr Long that I babysit for the kids of one of his ex-pupils, who knew him when he had long blond hair. Merican grl will find this amusing (must remember to hunt her lj down and friend it, scome to think of it). What scared me is he remembered the guy. We're talking 20+ years ago, and he still remembers a student. He's ben working at the college for over 30 years, and I can't imagine him young. If he was, he'd be the kind of guy I'd come back to in a few years and date. Sweetheart! Opera-loving sweetheart!

I have an urge to type up the first half of a story I scribbled down while sitting for those kids, actually. It's about a girl who grows up with an increasingly insane mother who insists they leave food out each night for her deceased father, and when she grows up and gets married she continues to do the same. Her husband makes her stop and she starts to have terrible nightmares. So she does it in secret, and even gets her daughter to. That's as far as I got, but it's got to be one of those is she mad/isn't she fics, becaus the nightmares might be real angry ghosts, or she might just be insane and inflicting it on her daughter. I really have to dig it out and type it up so far, because it's better than the description and it deserves finishing.

I have a cat on my lap. I think he gets jealous whenever someone's doing something that isn't petting him, such as reading, writing, eating, tying, washing... He makes life so awkward. Still, snuggle.

I rally wish 'bemused' was on the mood list. Because I am, most of the time, and 'amused' isn't the same.