Projects. Midterms. Crazy scheduling. It's all good but it does cut down on Heulwen's online availability. It should improve in a week and then get worse in 6 more. At any rate, she may or may not go back to her irregularly scheduled mischief.
H's player
H's player
I need to sort through a pile of papers. Fortunately, it is never terribly hard o find paperwork that needs sorting. Debating career choice. Might have a future as a girl.
Violently ill.
KCK to blame.
I don't get sick.
I picked a location for a picnic.
One. One Picnic!
One Perilous Picnic!
We will have to get supplies back to Amber before I'm able to sort out the R&R.
KCK to blame.
I don't get sick.
I picked a location for a picnic.
One. One Picnic!
One Perilous Picnic!
We will have to get supplies back to Amber before I'm able to sort out the R&R.
Spoke with Ivor in Karm.
Spoke to Krieger. Frustrating.
Joined the Army. CHARGE!!!
Trip in shadow with KCK. Pirates.
Trip in shadow with Martin. Rabbit holes.
Trip to Karm. Felix.
*Celebrated my birthday.
*Cake!
*Taught Krieger to play Solitaire, confused him when I stopped using cards.
*Sent Molly some neat new forms in triplicate for military emergencies.
*Helped people in the lower city after more of the docks collapsed.
*Scathingly brilliant plans: 0 Random bits of destruction: 2
*Cake!
*Taught Krieger to play Solitaire, confused him when I stopped using cards.
*Sent Molly some neat new forms in triplicate for military emergencies.
*Helped people in the lower city after more of the docks collapsed.
*Scathingly brilliant plans: 0 Random bits of destruction: 2
Pathological Honesty=Handicap when combined with scathingly brilliant plans.
I'm never going to live this down? Two days in a row?
Ouch. Yesterday I could at least move the left arm and talk.
Ouch. Yesterday I could at least move the left arm and talk.
I hope they'll still let me work on supplies and distribution. Jones can't have all the fun.
The carrots made me do it.
Maybe it was the beets.
Maybe it was the beets.
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- Mood:
crazy
Letter left for Gil on his Door Folded in half:
SON!
Written neatly inside the note:
Felix Son of Ora of the Tane Tribe, Sukho
( Lists )
Nights spent with ex-boyfriend (recovering from poisoned drugs): 1
Awkward conversations about slowing things down and speeding them up: 1
Progress made on latest project: Almost none
Hair: Still Black
Trips Planned: 1
Ball: Soon
Fantastic Fantasy Ball gown: 3
Intention to go? Maybe
Back. No sea monsters. Some brawling. An odd purchase or two. Trip largely uneventful.
