Twelve drummers drumming...

[frabjouslinz]

It's Twelfth Night, and I'm feeling a little Shakespeare-y. No Orsino for me, though, because Dukes are so Dreary. No, I feel the urge to swash and buckle and in general be awesomesauce like Viola. A lot. Except I don't need to, per se, and I'm hardly in disguise as a boy while my twin searches for me, and I'm luckily unemcumbered by any Malvolio,

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[shaolingrrl]

Gary's finally home, so I get my Christmas and New Year. Yay! But in fifteen minutes I will be at the beck and call of the kids from Bangalore for the rest of the evening, so--boo!

Oh, and BTW, you're a nut.

[frabjouslinz]

Yay for Gary! Boo for Bangalore late nights!

I may be a nut, but I'm a cheerful nut. I was so good yesterday: I wrote fiction and I had dance class and I went to bed almost on time ... and I'm so sore today that I'm about to take copious amounts of drugs. I feel great! Ow.

[mcjulie]

Swashing and buckling sounds good.

[frabjouslinz]

Holy Hand Grenades, am I sore from the swash. But it felt so great to dance, I almost don't care. Remind me to show you some of my physical evidence of what you're letting yourself in for. Or maybe not: don't want to scare you off. Let's dance!