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Talked with Dawn way too late last night. Unless my memories are entirely too mussed, I think she said that her entire company was participating in Talk Like A Pirate Day, partly in promotion for an upcoming attraction. Savvy?

It's fun having friends who work for the Mouse.

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Exercises in counter-productivity: using a cosmetic product that makes existing issues worse. Not quite BeauLine though.

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Today I have cunning plans involving a best friend who would be a damsel in distress if he were a girl. I plot!

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My water is out. Much banging on pipes ensued & very little sleep though that had been nullified by barking dogs already.

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I get a nasty nervous reaction when I am ready to fight or flee but can do neither. Yesterday was not good at work.

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Figment points out that one does not order around a guest, but one does order around family. Hi, Frued. Want your slip?

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Behind schedule. As usual. Text messages are a gift of the gods. I can actually catch up with Sis.

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I have to wear thick soles in the summer lest the sidewalk burn my feet. I love winter here. It becomes home.

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There is this sweet magic in the air of winters. It says love and home and shelter and family. Seasons of love.

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This whole going months without seeing my best friend thing has to stop. I should not be scared to see him. Just no.

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The bus is a clown car. Music, cellphones, teenagers . . . Yay public transportation. Nice young man offered his seat.

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Talk like a pirate day. All j00r warez are belong to me. Pwned, n00b.

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Traffic jam oh boy! headed out to Mesa. Half battery left, all from text messages.

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"I want a dire elf." I have introduced Darkside and Figment. The world did not explode. Gamer geeks unite.

Ahh, the having of best friends.

Favorite moment:

Lunatic, talking to Lady Malfoy.
figment0 talking with Darkside.

Lunatic starts mentioning the steps she's taken to try and ensure that the Darkside knows that she can be contacted at need without fear of disturbing. This, somehow, coincided with a Seven Minute Pause from Darkside and the Figment, so the boys heard me loud and clear when the Lunatic mentioned something about Lady Malfoy's orders to distract and/or cheer up Darkside.

Ordered? ORDERED? Darkside wanted to know.
Lady Malfoy and Lunatic look guiltily in separate directions, and Lady Malfoy murmurs something about not, technically, ordering, just...
Darkside disappeared into his room and brought forth the wooden practice blade.
Lively banter, wherein the Lunatic said nothing, sat still, and grinned.

Hee.
Orders.
Hee.

Not quite technically an order, true, but I know the feel of an order when I hear one, and that was a little more than a suggestion.