In which I cash in a whole lot of accumulated karma

[anti_cyclone]

I slept through my alarm again this morning, flung some coffee down my throat, and rushed across town in the twenty-degree cold snap, only to find the school closed due to inclement weather. It was as though a giant booming voice out of the sky had said "YOUR WISH IS GRANTED

Comments

[chronographia]

I hope in your quest for tuba music you are not neglecting the noble sousaphone, nor the euphonium!

I also like the idea of days being targeted on crosshairs rather than occupying the space between the lines. And those translucent circles are so hip, you must have trouble seeing over your pelvis.

[aught]

I'm not even trying for clever.

Oooooh. ::appreciative::

[aught]

Then I spent a long time cooking pasties for dinner

Uncouth though I may be, my, my, no wonder you're the Tantric Master.

[anti_cyclone]

Hee. I keep thinking there's got to be some sort of joke about Cornish pasties, but I don't know what it would be.

[aught]

::meditate::

Ooh, I think you're right. A combination of Cornish pasties, and the hijinx in this post on chronographia's journal.