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My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:
Her Exalted Highness Duchess Azure the Laconic of Londinium-le-Thames
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Worked until there was no more random work. Stretched random work by contributing to the number of SAT-vocabulary word search puzzles around the workplace. Eventually was out of there by 2pm. I had nearly been falling asleep back there, in addition to being too cold.

Came home, watched Moon Child (subtitled), laughed at all the right places and some of the wrong ones too (I don't get to watch this one with Darkside, because I laugh at some of the really wrong places), then watched Bleach and Death Note. Then I fell on my face in bed, and I have a suspicion that once I get myself around some soup, I'm probably going back there. It's not the weekend quite yet, but it needs to be.
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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