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To Darling Kitty:

I'm sorry. ;_________; I should probably know better. Because at that time of night when I've been up all day "I can do this on my stomach" turns into "I can lay my head down for just a second" which turns into "Zzzzzzz"

To atone I bring you pretty!

( Cut because your flists could not *stand* all the pretty herein. )

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If there's anyone out there who can point me in the direction of Dane Cook icons, I'd be in love with you. (Because I pretty much lived the Burger King sketch today.)

Today is July 28, which makes it my dad's birthday. Which makes it Edgar Bones's birthday. My Edgar, anyway. This led to waxing poetical about what types of characteristics I put from people I know into my characters. But, yeah. Then I figured you all probably didn't want to hear it, and some of you have probably already heard it in a very babbly way.

It hurts to walk thanks to my stitches. It probably wouldn't be so bad if I could get a bandaid to stick, but thanks to greasy antibiotic ointment, that's a no go.