You know, for all of you who won't be there.

( Laura's weird baby issues. )

I'm trying to get back into the habit of teh internets. I find myself spending more and more time day dreaming, reading books, listening to music, and watching teevee. While these things are all well and good, I'm not really socializing any more, and human contact, even via computer, is probably... you know, essential to my emotional development. ( Read more... )

So, Brendan is fine. For the sake of his privacy I won't go into what happened, but his appendix didn't explode, he didn't die of stomach cramps, and he came home later that night ( Read more... )

I swear to god, when I started writing this story, this was NOT where I meant to go. (Yeah, only like, one person has read the first part, so no one cares, but... yes.)

And, I have to admit, Tristan is the cutest thing I've ever seen in this conversation.

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"Good morning, Alan," Laura said when Alan trudged into the Faculty Lounge, looking ( Read more... )