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26 March 2005 09:00 amI hate it when I read my entire three-day, backlogged flist, then go to comment on something and find that I wasn't logged in for some reason.
*starts over, because lots of you are secretive bastards who lock everything*
In other news, am home with the family. My father brought me a cup of coffee in bed this morning. Five minutes later, so did my mother. Then I sat, with a cup of coffee in each hand and my parents perched on each side of my bed, and we discussed my future. They're both really fond of talking about my future within five minutes of my waking up. I, of course, am in no condition to participate in any such discussions until about an hour and a half later, but they seem to gain great enjoyment from it anyway.
*starts over, because lots of you are secretive bastards who lock everything*
In other news, am home with the family. My father brought me a cup of coffee in bed this morning. Five minutes later, so did my mother. Then I sat, with a cup of coffee in each hand and my parents perched on each side of my bed, and we discussed my future. They're both really fond of talking about my future within five minutes of my waking up. I, of course, am in no condition to participate in any such discussions until about an hour and a half later, but they seem to gain great enjoyment from it anyway.
