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When I woke up this morning, I was delighted to discover that my head was no longer filled with cement. I was less pleased to discover that my voice had been replaced by a bullfrog croak. I was scheduled to work until nine tonight, but I was allowed to leave at six thirty, as I had by that point essentially lost the ability to speak. I know you're not supposed to actually swig cough syrup, but screw it, my throat feels like a cheese grater. Hopefully I'll be able to talk tomorrow. My dad's over from the island, and I would like to be able to communicate with him with something other than hand signals.
Other stuff:
ursulav has dipped her toes into the world of customising My Little Ponies. Behold, her first attempt: My Leper Pony. There is also the tale of Leperlot's origins.
(In a similar vein, there is this offering from Robot Chicken: Apocalypse Pony. Hee.)
Other other stuff:
Knut's first day out. And there's a slideshow! More pictures here.
I'm tired. Going to bed.
Other stuff:
ursulav has dipped her toes into the world of customising My Little Ponies. Behold, her first attempt: My Leper Pony. There is also the tale of Leperlot's origins.
(In a similar vein, there is this offering from Robot Chicken: Apocalypse Pony. Hee.)
Other other stuff:
Knut's first day out. And there's a slideshow! More pictures here.
I'm tired. Going to bed.