Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong (shadesong) wrote,
Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong

Happy Monday

Happy birthday to crisavec, gaelfling, goblindegook, mendoza, and minsies!

Must... Control... Fist... of... Death...
I hate commencement with the fire of a thousand suns. Seriously. I hate people - and come commencement, the campus is just riddled with them. Like swarming cockroaches. Update
The webmail went down again yesterday. It's back today - still with none of my saved stuff, but I can receive new stuff at the moment. Just in case, don't e-mail me there; use shadesong AT, which is currently going to a different e-mail address.

raptorgirl! Please send your flight info to that address. That was one of the more pressing bits of information that I've lost.

Night before last, I dreamed that I was at a party and suddenly came face-to-face with someone who... well, it's pretty much up to me whether the person is going to continue to be my friend. Which is a position of power that I'm not necessarily comfortable with.

I woke up before I decided whether I should hug him hello.

I need to relax and breathe. I need to stop decorating and planning the move in my mind. I definitely need to start going through our mounds of Stuff and making piles to give away, keep, or throw away. That's a good thing to do whether or not we're moving.

State of the 'song
Tiiiired. Also severely headachey. I go now in search of Excedrin.

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