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Who set my internal alarm for 3:30 in the ay-em? Nayup! Nayup! Turn it back, hoss!

Let's regroup. Let's regroup. I'm awake. I've been awake since then. I've not fallen asleep yet but I'm getting all buggy and squinty (to steal a phrase from a short guy).

Yesterday I went and paid my tuition, stopped at home to cuddle my kittens and my dearole da' and pick up my Gleemonex, went to the button store and got buttons for my brilliant, brilliant hobo mittens, and then I picked up dear Kitling at the bus station.

Today it was SNOW DAY! Gina stayed home from work, but Stephanie did not!

(Is everyone up on the current workings here? Gina lives in Mint Manor. I live here on weekends and longer on school breaks (like now). Various goils often visit. Erin often stays over. And now, Stephanie has officially moved here from Texas, gotten a job at a respectable news organization, and is living in the red room and apartment-hunting. Got that? Memorize it. Eat this blog entry.)

I'm not rambling, I'm not rambling.

I finished my mittens. It took me all day. They're bloody glorious. I put on the buttons from the button shop. They look keen, nifty, and swell. I'm now tired of knitting. For the nonce. I don't know how long the "nonce" is. But that's what's what.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:28 PM | shower me with attention