azurelunatic

In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:

Monday, 0012: Torchwood starbrow: FIC: Reach Out For The Sweet Dream (Jack/Ianto, adult) (sweeeeeeeeeeeet. :D ) http://icio.us/ypo2ia
Monday, 0245: I, uh, seem to have entered into the drafting stages of a social networking/genealogy project with @durandal15873 and @seoc and, uh, Cesy?
Monday, 0245: HOW DO THESE THINGS HAPPEN?!? Wait, I know; Dad taught me to look for a technical solution to a real-world problem.
Monday, 0357: I remember laughing at "She who dies with the most fabric died -- race you to the estate sale" with my aunt. I smile through tears now.
Monday, 0359: (my mother's oldest sister died yesterday: my Quilting Aunt, not my Guide Dog Aunt. I didn't know her so well, only saw her 3 times.)