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My roommate is not coherent until after she's been out of bed for at least an hour. She can't get out of bed and still be functional until she's been awake an hour. However, she can still type. Thus, we can have some very random and hysterical conversations without actually speaking.

I need to start any loaves of fresh bread before 11 pm, so that they will be ready in her morning for breakfast! Unfortunately, the thing was grouchy and did not feel like letting her shake the hot fresh loaf of bread out of it. It really requires a lot of vigorous shaking... Alas, I was at this point too breaking-tired to get up, though I heard some shaking; I'd assumed she'd gotten it out of the pan OK, until I woke up to find out otherwise.

Now, I brush my hair and head off to see the best friend. Yay best friend.

(and I hope LJ fixes whatever b0rked it's on by the time I get back.)
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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