*glances quizzically at tummy*

Would you please stop groaning like a settling house? I'll feed you when I'm damn good and ready.

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I think today will be a self-care day. I spent yesterday fussing with the house. Today is for me. And first on the list: hands. My nails want polish and my skin wants moisturizing. From there, I should do something about my hair instead of just washing it. Properly combing it through would be a start. Toenails will need polishing and heels need moisturizer as well. In fact, let's just drown my skin in lotion and call it good. I have so damn much lying around; may as well use it.

Need to take inventory of my underthings, in order to determine what I need to buy. I do have $45 in my possession -- uh, $44 and change. I would like at least one little cotton bra. Need to figure out what fits, what pinches, and what's just ridiculous. Then I should organize the drawer, because I can never find what I need when I need it.

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Dreamed that I was much younger, but everything around me was the same as ever. Also dreamed something involving Cinderella and her inability to get to the ball. Also also dreamed I had a job at a fast food place as a meat picker-outer/handler. Bizarre.

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Yeah. That hunger thing. Gotta go scrounge up some food in order to stave it off. Plus, I kinda wanna put on weight, so eating early and often might just do the trick. Might.

Rejoice, for I am writing

...something.

I get little snippets of the "Fantasie" world -- the one with Mer, Tom, and Amnesia -- that are so vivid. I know what the scenes look like. All I have to do is describe them from Misi's POV. Fun, no?

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Birthday wishes go out to cicerothewriter. Happiest of happy birthdays to you, dear!

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Found on Metaquotes:

So, several weeks back, I was at my parents' house for dinner, and my sister phoned, and we were talking and all, and the subject came up of what would happen if Jesus came back to Earth right now, and showed up. What would people do?

My sister said, "Middle Eastern male, from Gaza, wearing weird clothes, talking about overthrowing the government and the end of the world, and not in English? He's in Gitmo."

And silence came across the room, as we realized just how right she was.