Notes From the Underground--
Not that I particularly imagine anyone's been on the lookout or anything, but just FYI, I've been pretty quiet of late because I was rush-rush-rushing around, trying to get all my NZ-side shopping done, then pack-pack-packing so I could go home, then I spent around 19.5 hours travelling from one side of the world to the other, and now I'm just starting to get over jetlag. I've been online basically to make sure lotr_sesa is running smoothly, and that's pretty much it.
I haven't had a chance to read my Flist since, er, the 13th, I think, and am just starting to read it now. Sorry about that! While I am usually a devout member of Her Lady of Perpetual Behindness at the best of times, I am at least attempting to return to normal operating levels of behindness. ^_~
However. I fucking love being home, I love dill pickles, I love North American cable TV, I love central heating, I love, love, love my friends and my family, and I love being in a house with actual rooms that I can fucking walk around blindfolded in the dark without running into anything. *mwah* I love you, Home. (I love you guys too, I just carry most of you around in my computer all the time, so you're less situational. *G*)
Also, thank you to the sweet people who have been rather kind to me lately, with cards and vgifties; I appreciate it muchly, and will get back to you individually soon! And my thoughts are with everyone struggling right now. Fuck if the holidays don't make stressful things even worse, eh? ♥
Also, also, for the second time in like 3 months, someone asked me if Canadians live underground. Where the hell is this idea coming from? Next time it happens, I'm going to confirm their suspicions and heavily imply we're the historical descendants of Mole People. ^_~
I haven't had a chance to read my Flist since, er, the 13th, I think, and am just starting to read it now. Sorry about that! While I am usually a devout member of Her Lady of Perpetual Behindness at the best of times, I am at least attempting to return to normal operating levels of behindness. ^_~
However. I fucking love being home, I love dill pickles, I love North American cable TV, I love central heating, I love, love, love my friends and my family, and I love being in a house with actual rooms that I can fucking walk around blindfolded in the dark without running into anything. *mwah* I love you, Home. (I love you guys too, I just carry most of you around in my computer all the time, so you're less situational. *G*)
Also, thank you to the sweet people who have been rather kind to me lately, with cards and vgifties; I appreciate it muchly, and will get back to you individually soon! And my thoughts are with everyone struggling right now. Fuck if the holidays don't make stressful things even worse, eh? ♥
Also, also, for the second time in like 3 months, someone asked me if Canadians live underground. Where the hell is this idea coming from? Next time it happens, I'm going to confirm their suspicions and heavily imply we're the historical descendants of Mole People. ^_~