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Hopefully, I'm on the downslope of whatever this awesome viral thing I've had is. I can breathe a little more easily, and am not producing quite such copious amounts of crud. Now if I could only stop poking at the canker sore with my tongue (yup - still hurts) every ten seconds, things would be even better.

Snowstorm means that the packages I've finally gotten together probably won't get mailed this weekend, either, which makes me a little sulky, but we've got food at least until sunday and fuzzy blankets, so it's not all bad.

Also, today, I have received my new dining room table (the aforementioned wedding gift from my parents) and my passport, so Mech can finally get in trouble if he feels the need to (he was explicitly forbidden from getting in trouble until I received the means to leave the country to rescue him).

I want to show the table off It's quite the vast expanse of table-ness, and the chairs even match it and each other all at once.

I invite every single one of you reading this livejournal to come over for dinner. (Not all at the same time, of course) I will, of course, be badgering the more local among you individually, but I figured I'd cast the net as wide as possible first, but that takes at least seven times as much bravery as just sticking the invitation out there into blank space.

For now, more tea, the new Girlyman CD (again) and a jigsaw puzzle.

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Hopefully, I'm on the downslope of whatever this awesome viral thing I've had is. I can breathe a little more easily, and am not producing quite such copious amounts of crud. Now if I could only stop poking at the canker sore with my tongue (yup - still hurts) every ten seconds, things would be even better.

Snowstorm means that the packages I've finally gotten together probably won't get mailed this weekend, either, which makes me a little sulky, but we've got food at least until sunday and fuzzy blankets, so it's not all bad.

Also, today, I have received my new dining room table (the aforementioned wedding gift from my parents) and my passport, so Mech can finally get in trouble if he feels the need to (he was explicitly forbidden from getting in trouble until I received the means to leave the country to rescue him).

I want to show the table off It's quite the vast expanse of table-ness, and the chairs even match it and each other all at once.

I invite every single one of you reading this livejournal to come over for dinner. (Not all at the same time, of course) I will, of course, be badgering the more local among you individually, but I figured I'd cast the net as wide as possible first, but that takes at least seven times as much bravery as just sticking the invitation out there into blank space.

For now, more tea, the new Girlyman CD (again) and a jigsaw puzzle.