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Tweets for 2008-11-4

In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:
  • Tuesday, 0044: In happier news (LJ post locked for angst) "under the table" is now a running joke.
  • Tuesday, 0045: Going to bed early because the ultrasound wound up meaning 4 hours of sleep.
  • Tuesday, 0630: Closed out yesterday with 6042. Should try and get ahead today.
  • Tuesday, 0633: @nanowrimo I hope you guys are OK. You've been down for over 6 hours now.
  • Tuesday, 1152: Our example ballots had George Washington, Abraham Lincoln (I think) and then John Adams for the write-in.
  • Tuesday, 1221: Saw a guy wearing a robe with a boom box and pool noodle walking straight to polling place. Except he went into adjacent pool instead.
  • Tuesday, 1230: My braid is not yet long enough to wrap all the way around my head. It will be in about six more inches of braid.
  • Tuesday, 1802: Today is so not going to be a productive writing day. Have voted, have ... left this sitting here since noon. I'm awake now!
  • Tuesday, 1942: Called out from work on account of CANNOT THINK.
  • Tuesday, 2011: @marcelle42 I'm still not letting myself breathe quite
  • Tuesday, 2105: My dear ex-fiance BJ, please go suck a bag of cocks. This is for 2000, ass.
  • Tuesday, 2129: McCain made his concession speech. Nicely done. There was cheering from our downstairs neighbors during. We provided some cheering too.
  • Tuesday, 2215: Myrrhianna's dad classifies this election as a "whupping".
  • Tuesday, 2229: Earwormed in #politics: R.E.M. High Speed Train
  • Tuesday, 2310: I have renicked to |teapatty in IRC. We know what this means.
  • Tuesday, 2322: Random things that squick me: bleeding-mouth pictures.
  • Tuesday, 2334: @omnivorously It is a chic new trend in userpics, which means I run into them on LJ.

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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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