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*preens self*

It's always nice to have a good day. And it's always nice to confirm that he does, indeed, like talking to me.

And this may well be a Good Hair Day. And I'll perhaps get a chance to flaunt my Good Hair at the person I'm sort-of-kind-of-not-really-but-yes flirting with.

Also, I need to do some careful thinking about the repeating date that's coming up on Friday, and what I want to do about it this year. I may well opt for my voluntary exile from certain shared activities.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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