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[phosfate]

Woke up at 3:33. I never like doing this, even when I immediately fall asleep again, as it brings up memories of that Friday the 13th two-parter where Fritz Weaver invades Lourdes and next thing you know there's murders and crucifixions and Robey all over the place. Never mind that the scariest thing in the episode was the manifestation of the Virgin. Thanks, religion, thanks so bloody much for screwing with my mind.

Then right after that it's 3:34 and you're in a Thomas Disch novel.

Did not dare to look downstairs to see what Elronds and Co. have got up to. Noticed that my paints had vanished from the dining-room cupboard. Drank milk, tried to go back to sleep, failed until approximately 6:30. Snuck out of the house because I really, really don't want to deal with the Eyebrow Twins on four hours' sleep.

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[lordof-imladris.livejournal.com]

GET CHEETOS!!! Erestor was hungry so we had to resort to feeding him some pants we found.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

NO! DO NOT EAT CLOTHING OR HOUSEHOLD ITEMS!!!

There's a quickie-mart up the block and to the left. It has exactly the sort of inedible crap snack food you like.

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[lordof-imladris.livejournal.com]

Eru bless the quickie-mart.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

o/~ Who needs the quickie-mart? Elves dooooooooooooooooo! o/~

[arwenundomiel.livejournal.com]

hey, ms. ann, if you happen to trip over someting hungover and slightly-broken looking, DON'T PANIC! it's just one of the sons of feanor we brought in to haul up the vending machines (vending machines that have CHEETOS, DADDY REMEMBER WHO LOVES YOU!).

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

You'll have that all cleaned up by 5:00, right?

Right?

[arwenundomiel.livejournal.com]

gee, ms. ann, that all kind of depends on when kielle gives in to the dads' terms. i can, however, probably promise you to have the sons of feanor out by 5. at least the ones whose names begin with c, anyway. >:)

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

*sigh*

Okay, look, if my family from out of town shows up for Christmas, just stay in the basement.

[arwenundomiel.livejournal.com]

awww, sure ms. annie-o! but, uh, what kind of insurance have you got? see, the sons of feanor might have a wee bit of trouble getting the vending machines down all those stairs...no freight elevator, huh?

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

If those little sons of...Feanor can get an entire vending machine down that staircase without killing themselves, they have my blessing.