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[tj_dragonblade]

Bad: *cough*cough*hack*WHEEEEZE wheeze wheeze wheeze--* I can't breathe entirely well, and I'm consequently not feeling quite chipper.

Good: Thus, I am taking a sick day.

Bad: Thus, I am taking a sick day.

Good: Spike TV re-runs DS9 in the middle of the day??

Bad: Feh. "Meridian". Ah well. I do suppose it could have been much worse.

Good: My labcoat has just arrived in the mail. ^_^ *would dance, except that dancing requires breathing*

Ugly: The couch, unfortunately, is not at all accomodating to long-term holing-up upon it. Ugh, my back... *hobbles off*

Completely unrelated to any of that: Hee. Poor Beckett's-new-turtles, alas!

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Ahaha. Unfortunately, I have nothing that even remotely resembles skill with either the Playstation or the Xbox. Please believe me when I tell you that on most games, my five-year-old son soundly kicks my ass and hands it back to me on a platter. ^_^; I spent the day with my head in the manga collection instead.

I think that's the only Namie Amuro song that I've heard. But I do like it. Quite a lot.

Very glad that you did enjoy the fic. Alas, Trowa remains quite put out with me over the long-standing lack of progress on Carpe Diem, not that I blame him. It's entirely unfair of me to have left it so long without doing more to it than trying to mop up a bit of the excess sap. I'm just grateful that he consented to the use of his hair gel for this fic. T_T Someday I will give him his due. Ten chapters already written is too much to let fall by the wayside on account of a simple fandom migration. Really.