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Home I come...

Closing night of Incident was fucking awesome! Really brillig. Strike was non-existent, came home, added fishnets to my hot 60's vintage dress (which it appears that only gay men and men with girlfriends appreciate), and went forth unto party. A rather good party, imho. I remain unmade out with, but Tom did unhook my bra...And he quoted Shakespeare to me! Much Ado no less! I <3 him. And Ann Marie, who flicked her fedora just for me...(That sounds so dirty...) They played the Twist and Footloose, so I was happy. Just not tired yet...

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Phew! Comp Sci is teh completed and teh submitted. Now I can work on my Midsummer without guilt or panic.
Still basking in the happy glow of Shakespeare quoting and fedora flicks from the party last night.
But for now, food. Food is good. I like food. I want food. I'm gonna go get food now.

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My blood sugar is going to go through the roof, but it was worth it. Mmmm...Blueberry waffle with whipped cream and raspberry topping...

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And when I said my blood sugar was going to go through the roof, I meant "I'm going to take a nap now". *wince* Going to actually work now. *yawns* Unless I sleep some more...

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Geebuz! What the hell did I do to my ankle?! It's acting like I fell down another flight of stairs or something! I do not want to be laid up for another week, I don't have time. *growls menacingly at recalcitrant ankle* I can't find my Ace bandage, so I guess I'll have to get a new one...

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R.I.P John Raitt and Sandra Dee.
Two greats of the entertainment industry,
they will be deeply missed.