you don't know what to do? i know what to do ... later.

[shihadchick]

I hate my ISP sort of a lot right now. Apparently we 'exceeded the peak hour data cap' (which, do not even get me STARTED, and also? I just doubled that fucker a month ago and have been downloading LESS since, I give. the fuck. up.) which apparently also means though i SET and LEFT the computer on ALL BLOODY NIGHT to download letters from pegasus

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[ruidoso]

baby a/e! muuuuhhhhh.

(waiting for new glasses, only skimming, but muh)

[shihadchick]

<3 Thank you, honey. Super belatedly. *shame*

(Love to you and the family, Shanshan.)

[melissa2u]

AW! Little A/E! (Though I do love the B/E too.) Perhaps you'll make them into something more? Pretty please?

[shihadchick]

Super-belatedly: thank you!! <33333

[melissa2u]

AAAAAAAAH! Now you're making me want to read it again but I don't have time just yet and I LOVE YOU *SMOOOOOOCH*

[shihadchick]

I love you tooooooooo and see you tomorrow hopefully! <3

[katrin]

These are all lovely. Many, many props. And I love how you feel the need to explain my caps. Heh. **snuggles**

In other news, I should be sending you stuff tomorrow. I have just two commentaries left.

[shihadchick]

IL you and your caps. Always. <333

[maccaj]

quick and dirty, done in 5 minutes. will try to do a better one later.

"And until today, I never realized he was smarter than I was."It bothered him to admit it, but in the shadow of his whirlwind day in the Oval it seemed no less true. No education, Ivy League or otherwise, could have prepared him for the eclectic knowledge recall that was required in front of this President, and though he had redeemed himself a little with the Kennison State speech, it didn't erase the day's need to be smarter, quicker, more encyclopedic. There was no time for poetic phrasing in the big round room, only rapid fire analysis and praying to God you were correct in your convictions. And he would miss the poetry if he got into politics "for real"... would miss swimming around in a sea of words and meter and cadence. Words were where he lived. But he could sacrifice words to sit behind the HMS Resolute... he thought he could, anyway. If he was lucky enough to have a smarter person, a master at producing great beauty out of great chaos, a Josh Lyman, to

[shihadchick]

I can't believe I never replied to this (I faaaail), but Meg, that is beautiful. *loves*

[china_shop]

The DS one made me go *HEART!* :) :)

[shihadchick]

*smiiiiiishes and appreciates*

[china_shop]

*re-reads and loves again*