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monday the insurance company was taking a holiday (a state holiday. not sure which one) while the bed dad was waiting for was filled, and tuesday another opened up and they told us at 1 pm they'd be shipping daddy out this morning at 9. so we had three hours to pack and return a borrowed car and i drove us home last night. apparently you're supposed to move around every two hours while you're driving. four and a half was definitely painful for my ass, but here i am, and my dog has been returned to me and everything. i'm realizing the most appalling things, like i don't know how to run the dishwasher. i started cleaning the refridgerator. i'm going to have to buy something to clean the floor.

industrial-strength (size?) thank you note

thanks to everyone who has contacted me since, you know, Tragedy Struck, and offered sympathy and things. it all means more than i can say, which is why saying 'thank you' individually is an awkward and daunting thing.

ouch.

um, does anyone know how to operate my dishwasher?

if you've seen one, you've seen them all.

i want to be, like, the fairy of caustic aesthetic commentary, hopping all over lj and simply commenting with letter grades for people's icons. 'a for extraordinarily fascinating lines of composition. a- for failing to remove distracting extraneous material which detracts from the impact of the diagonal motion.' 'c-. striking composition unconscionably spoilt by poor use of color.' 'f. boring and visually repulsive.'

i have just sustained a considerable shock.

actual quote from an author's notes:

bet you didn't know holmes's famous catch-phrase about the game* came from shakespeare!

*'the game's afoot.'

my god, what if there really are whole hordes of people out there who recognize that from sherlock holmes and not from shakespeare?