Woosh.
2001-05-20 - 4:03 p.m. How is it that I can have two whole weeks that are both thickly and happy? Is it eating right, flying, literary ventures, a pocket-book? I cannot tell. The T-hell-empath (by which, o best beloved, i mean Stephen) is happy. He's reading the Satyricon while I type up the Next Chapter of Capitaine Grandeur. FINALLY. *dances* Arthur/Raymond/Gros-René is busy talking to Raeann, his new girlfriend/fiance/whatever. Well, not fiance, not yet. As she hasn't told /him/ that part of her plan, and the poor boy is far too timid and shy to ever propose such a thing as marriage to anyone. Ah sigh... We found out this weekend that Stephen is actually a pretty good Dungeon Master. Who'da thunk it? I have to call my illia, and go to the store to buy baskets. And jolt cola. Always jolt cola... And then I have to work. I do not want to. These things are so ungoverned by my wishes! What a wind I have to ride. I love it.
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