just peeking in

A very dear friend of mine is doing a one-card tarot draw today at one-thirty EST: if you want to ask her questions (she's very good at this, imo) you can ask her here.

It's a nice day. I'm off to the post office and the drugstore and then I'm going to come back and listen to podcasts and write little pieces of microfiction. I have such an astoundingly exciting life, yes? I love you all. <3

clickies late night edition

Well, I was going to write microfiction but instead I ate some soup that hated me and was miserable all afternoon; then I fell asleep for an hour or so, woke up and had some toast and jam. Toast and jam can improve most situations in life.

From the most excellent foxestacado, who has no idea how much is being contributed to my childhood terror of lake fish by this link: 51 inch salmon found in California. Also, playmate wont give chihuahua up to estranged husband. Personally I'm amazed that the dog hasn't run in terror from the little pink glasses she's put on its face. wtf, woman?

From the awesome gokuma, two things that prove once again that reality is MUCH stranger than anything I could ever hope to make up: let's make daddy into office supplies and Russian church missing, presumed stolen.

And now I am going to go to bed. And hopefully tomorrow there will be more bread and jam, and less chicken soup.

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