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wax is really sick. she's burning up--although her forehead doesn't seem feverish, just kissing her just about burned my mouth.

i've given her some tranquilizers, which is probably illegal, but there's some suspicion that this is a neurotic/hypochondriac/psychosomatic reaction. i'm not feeling so hot myself. er, cool, that is.

wax converted me to master and commander and i her to sherlock holmes. after 'the empty house' it was they're so cute! after 'the devil's foot' it was 'oh my god, he's such a nut. ahhh! ee!' and after 'the bruce-partington plans' it was 'how is the slash? is it just good because you want to read it or is some of it really good? do you have it on your recs page?'

heh, heh. i've foisted eight days of luke and archer's goon on her for the trip back.

what am i going to do when she's gone? shit.

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wax has been seen safely onto her plane. well, okay, through security.

i'll be over here moping.

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willem dafoe is my new infatuation, if i have failed to mention.

i can't decide whether writing hilary and brice (lara croft's pet gay sidekicks) is more or less urgent than writing sherlock holmes.

i need some master and commander recs.