You know those times you have those really bad ideas? I mean, your brain is already kicking itself, for whatever reason, and you're knocked so far down to earth that you think giving up and learning to breathe soil might be easier than standing up?
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Yeah. This is, more or less, about one of those life moments. )
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*hugs back*
Some of it, I'm sure I've spoken of here, I don't remember if I've touched on everything. I'm beginning to have dire thoughts about Saturn returns and the universe discarding us, but...we wouldn't get so many extra chances.
I did have a fun dream last night in which Loki and Hel were arguing at the foot of my bed. "Leave her alone!" she was saying. "I'm not *touching* her, am I?" he was answering. Mulishly. :)
For all I know, it wasn't a dream. *cackles*
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The girl's no better. She was voting March--either the Ides of March (oh, no) or March 17th.
Getting married on the Feast of Padraig? Oh HELL no.
She's on crack. But I'm going to marry her again, and the first two marriages ended so distressingly (hee). So I am too. :)
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Hells, I'll take all the hugs I can get. Virtual and otherwise. Comfort is going to become essential, I think.
*listens to Cat snore behind me*
On the other hand, that sound is *incredibly* comforting, right now.
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YAYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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