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Up again. Pain's pretty intense, but shouldn't stop me. Need to unbury the sofa, and continue laundry... though it's kinda pointless to do the laundry till Megan gets up, and that'll likely be another hour or two. So for the moment, I'm going to sit on my butt and play video games, and wait for the morning pain to abate. If anyone needs me, I'll be up on battle.net.

~e-chan

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Sofa's cleaned. For the first time in two years, the entire thing is cleared off.

I'm tired. So very tired. I want to be -home-, and that's not here, anymore... and while here hasn't been 'home' for a long while, there's a newer and deeper call to contend with now. There's a driving need to -fix- this place, inside and out, so that I can pack and leave honorably; as Lys knows from frequent messaged shoving matches with me, I'm unwilling (even unABLE) to do otherwise. So the work here will continue, in spite of my tiredness when need be, because there's a Call to be somewhere else. I... I think the most rattling thing about being here is the bed I sleep in; it -feels- wrong. The beds at the hotel at AC, while being the typical not-as-comfy-as-you'd-think hotel beds.... it felt right. I could stretch out my hand and touch my Lady. Sleeping is proving interesting with this new factor involved; I get better rest on the sofa than on the bed. I suspect that's because my mind has the sofa classed for 'naps'... and sleeping requires Her presence.

Given how utterly hashed my sleeping has been dealing with the FMS.... Mistress? /DID/ I sleep at AC? Or did I toss and thrash and sometimes get up and pace the floor? I... don't remember. I just remember being warm.

In spite of what my legion of worriers might think, my mood hasn't slipped; it's still ... far higher than what had become my norm. Still high enough that it's freaking Megan out at odd intervals. I'm just... thoughtful.

And you know? It's nice to be able to hit 'thoughtful' via something other than depression...

Diablo 2 addendum..

( Snipped for those that don't play... )

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This is shameless begging. I admit it from the get go. I used to own this album, but it was destroyed a couple years back and I've had nothing to replace it with.

The New Saint George - High Tea

It's no longer part of my collection. The tape was destroyed. It's now at the top of my 'saved penny' fund... which means I'm at -least- six months from acquiring it again.

So... who wants to make the dolly's day, eh? :)

*chuckles and snugs*
~Elisabeth