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Oy vey.

I go to sleep for a good eight hours, and suddenly the friends list erupts in wank?

Not a good sign for the coming year. *facepalm*

I feel obscurely responsible, because I am the closest link between the two wanking parties, even though I'm significantly closer to one of them than to the other.

In other news, my default shoulder for social-owwie! moments not directly involving me has changed. This is interesting, and probably more productive than the past shoulder.
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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