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I retreated into my shell again. Writing any words in public feels like sticking my soft and squishy sluggy snail head out to be trodden on so I don't. But I can see and hear everything from in here so I am still listening and reading and caring. Which is the important bit I think.
Huh, just realised I have a shell icon. It was my very first LJ icon, from a journal long ago and far away. See, it isn't even square!
Hello. It is nice in here. The walls curve; they are pretty, translucent. A bit snug I know, but I like it that way.
I am probably going to do a flist shake-up, swap the place around a bit, sort the bookshelves out and maybe come out to play a bit more. I need to sort out the unmixy mixed metaphors also. They must pain you.
State of me? Busy, making money by working stupid stupid hours and not really knowing what to do with the money except hoard it 'cause I have lived frugally for so long. Cat is still here, still fluffy, still randomly evil but not dead so all is forgiven for that last bit. I have a nice boy who lives too far away. Missing him today. Knitting. Lots of knitting.
*wiggles my feelers and eye-stalks at you*
Huh, just realised I have a shell icon. It was my very first LJ icon, from a journal long ago and far away. See, it isn't even square!
Hello. It is nice in here. The walls curve; they are pretty, translucent. A bit snug I know, but I like it that way.
I am probably going to do a flist shake-up, swap the place around a bit, sort the bookshelves out and maybe come out to play a bit more. I need to sort out the unmixy mixed metaphors also. They must pain you.
State of me? Busy, making money by working stupid stupid hours and not really knowing what to do with the money except hoard it 'cause I have lived frugally for so long. Cat is still here, still fluffy, still randomly evil but not dead so all is forgiven for that last bit. I have a nice boy who lives too far away. Missing him today. Knitting. Lots of knitting.
*wiggles my feelers and eye-stalks at you*