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lagilmanweather report: It rains. A lot. As in "the cats woke me up at 4am asking if we had a raft handy" kind of raining. And not even any thunder or lightning to go with it, which totally sucks. If we're just going to get boring precipitation, it needs to be a lot colder, and be called 'snow.' Okay, Universe? Are you listening?
However, I've managed to be almost annoyingly productive since then, including a minor update to the website (pending a complete overhaul, whcih is still in the works for early 2006, yes), a lot of line-editing, much feline-cuddling (the feline_four taking shifts, to limit the territorial hissing and shoving), and some dread spreadsheet stuff.
And a little web-surfing, yes. What else is one to do when it's 4 in the morning and the f-list is dead-sleeping across all known time zones?
Oh, and speaking of the Universe, this one's for Jules and Karen, for obvious reasons.
The 30-second "Highlander." With Bunnies.
However, I've managed to be almost annoyingly productive since then, including a minor update to the website (pending a complete overhaul, whcih is still in the works for early 2006, yes), a lot of line-editing, much feline-cuddling (the feline_four taking shifts, to limit the territorial hissing and shoving), and some dread spreadsheet stuff.
And a little web-surfing, yes. What else is one to do when it's 4 in the morning and the f-list is dead-sleeping across all known time zones?
Oh, and speaking of the Universe, this one's for Jules and Karen, for obvious reasons.
The 30-second "Highlander." With Bunnies.
