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"Random" isn't just someone from Amber.

It seems that KL7AM died back in 2003. I'd been hoping to see him again, even though BJ and I weren't still together. In Timeheart, then. *sigh* It's not like anyone should have been surprised. He was 97.

There actually exists one photo of me from what I'm convinced is 2000, though they have the date as 1999. I say it's 2000 because you can see Tigereye in the photo, and I didn't get her until May 2000.

I have a shower curtain rod now, which means I was able to put up the shower curtain. This meant I could take an honest-to-goodness shower tonight, rather than yet another bath. I will have to inform he-who-has-no-hot-water that the shower curtain is fully functional, and that he's got an open invitation to use the thing until he gets his act together. Speaking of act together, that's the next project: mucking out his place. Imagine a man who's as messy as I am by nature, suddenly left without his force of tidiness. Yipes.

Same Bruno/Boots fic, "On the Road", re-recced by Az-the-Elder. Still good.

"An Army of Snapes", NC-17, Hermione/Snape. Silliness, recced by amberfox.

I've got to do laundry tomorrow. Also tomorrow: people coming to install the vertical blinds, and cupboard installation (yay!) and (we are to hope) someone to do something about the bloody dishwasher.

trystan_laryssa left a crucial message about dates of significance, and I must say that yeah, that counts ... a LOT. Yeep.

I have the inclination to indulge in spirits of some sort tonight. It's not like I'll be driving any time soon; V came home this weekend and I returned her car to her tonight. I'll probably also get a wakeup call bright and early from Figment. Hangovers are fun.

I told the writing group outright what, exactly, has been eating away at my brain for the past couple weeks. Was it only two weeks ago Friday? It seems longer, somehow. Ah. It'll be three weeks tomorrow (Friday). My brain still hurts. My heart still hurts. I don't think this one is going to get better. V suggests I should seek the advice of a professional.
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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