phoenixfire

Phoenix in the sky. Ted and Shaun packed up and moved 31 boxes of books (and 1 box of figurines) last night. These aren’t small boxes, either. _Gawd_ we have a lot of books. Meanwhile, I sat huddled in the computer room, being utterly useless, because I can’t bend or pick up anything. Well, not utterly useless; I got 500 words written on my O’Leary’s story and Starling and hegemony and I had a good time talking about my two burly, oiled slaveboys hauling boxes of my loot on their…

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weird dreams

Between the time Ted’s alarm stopped annoying me and the time I got up this morning, I had an extremely weird dream. It began with me and Sarah and a third person, possibly Angie, at some restaurant sort of thing in Los Angeles, where Danny Devito stopped by our table and gave us each a $20 bill, which we thought was really strange. He tried to explain, but two extremely irritating women came by and wanted to take pictures of him, and he was being jovial and polite despite clearly…

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