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That flighty temptress, sleep.

Sleep count: zero to none. Well then. I guess I'll just have to face a day at work without it! Hoping it will be a short one because of this. Goodness.

I only have, what, 200-odd more disks to copy. Right? Heh.

Pandora is my friend.

I am getting five jillion comments from my shower-sarcasm-script thing. I am a lot flattered and a little concerned, because I head off to work soon, and, well, five jillion comments!

Random things that people stumbling in might be interested in knowing --

I'm a Lunatic. That, and I post a lot.
I don't mind it if people read me, though I may boggle.
I probably won't have time to answer a zillion comments today because I will be at the dread Work, though actually I like it decently well when I'm in a good mood, and work + LJ != OTP.

Explained the happenings of the last few days to chorus_of_chaos in comments. Took shower. Idea took on life of its own. Emerged from shower. Wrote up idea. Re-wrote to suit demands of picky Thalia, muse of Comedy. Posted. Thought that a few friends who volunteer in Support might get a giggle. Belatedly realized that there probably weren't all that many explanations other than news of what's been going down.
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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