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low, flying planes
I'm in the airport on my way to the AAR, with a few hours to kill before my flight to Chicago. It's a beautiful day, and the planes are taking off right in front of my window. I'm not quite yet ready, I think, to be saturated with nollij, but I'll be there by the first session tomorrow.
For a few reasons that don't bear explaining on Livejournal, I am pretty low. Therefore, I am making a blatant plea for internet sympathy and combining it with a distraction technique.
So here's my offer.
If you comment, I will reply to your comment with one of three things:
--a costume item that suits you
--a happy memory of you
--a haiku based on a topic you suggest.
Of course, replies may be delayed till I can find some available Chicago webbernets, but I promise a reply to all of them.
And now, I'm going to eat my damn Butterfinger.
For a few reasons that don't bear explaining on Livejournal, I am pretty low. Therefore, I am making a blatant plea for internet sympathy and combining it with a distraction technique.
So here's my offer.
If you comment, I will reply to your comment with one of three things:
--a costume item that suits you
--a happy memory of you
--a haiku based on a topic you suggest.
Of course, replies may be delayed till I can find some available Chicago webbernets, but I promise a reply to all of them.
And now, I'm going to eat my damn Butterfinger.
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Or, actually, what I'd like best is for you to get a big hug. It's hard to send those through the net, but be hugged.
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And I have a cat at the foot of my futon who's assiduously licking herself. That counts for a good .60 of hug.
Beadie is so cute. I'm sure after she sleeps on my face I'll be less happy, but right now she's so cute. She's half the size of Oob and extra cuddly!
My jetpack, you fools!
Its power is beyond your weak
comprehension!
For it is fueled not
by oil, gas, or such gauche things
but by pure SCIENCE!
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