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Sick. Possibly dying. Okay, maybe not. However, to the half of my flist that's sick as well, I blame you for this. Virtual cooties and stuff. *blames*
It's hard to think straight, and so apologies if I've left any weird comments today. Went back to bed at 10:30 a.m. and woke up at 2:30 p.m., during which time I dreamed that Marian had joined Sir Guy's new band of outlaws due to the better clothes. Robin didn't seem that miffed and instead went leaf collecting. (How could I make this up? How?)
I need a nap. *wanders off*
It's hard to think straight, and so apologies if I've left any weird comments today. Went back to bed at 10:30 a.m. and woke up at 2:30 p.m., during which time I dreamed that Marian had joined Sir Guy's new band of outlaws due to the better clothes. Robin didn't seem that miffed and instead went leaf collecting. (How could I make this up? How?)
I need a nap. *wanders off*