sports night rec

right here, by charlemagne.  dan/casey, rated g.  dan gets drunk and sad.

why you should read this:  meep!  ng!  rk!  so sweet, and warm fuzzy, and.  and.  sweet.  that i could feel the poignancy reaching critical levels in advance and became nervous.  don't you hate when you accidentally hold your breath and then, when you start breathing again, you discover you haven't been getting enough oxygen?

and then...

omg tomorrow is oneko_briar's birthday!  happy birthday, tweedledum.  ♥! 

perhael:  i thought of a romantic comedy that didn't suck.  two in fact.  clueless and clueless, jr legally blonde.

i only have one witness over 18 in da house so i can't fill out my absentee ballot affidavit.  but i do think we have to go into town today for groceries.  if we survive watching the ring.  we waited for full sun in the livingroom on purpose.

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the ring:  hahahahah.  also, for some reason trebuchet isn't installed on wax's computer.  i don't understand it.  it's a core web font.  it's supposed to download and install automatically if you don't have it.  it comes in word, too, which she has.  but it's just not there.

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you know what still does rock about our internet connection even though peer-to-peer is throttled to death?  downloads from the net.  yousendit.com files are down in a split-second. 

:temporary bliss:

time-honored cliches

you know, i have a real fondness for gimmicky cuddly stories.

trapped-in-elevator/closet accidental cuddling. forced to share body heat. garden variety, sudden-flu h/c. shuttle crash. accidentally waking up entangled.

that doesn't stop me from occasionally deducting points for use of tired cliches, but i greatly enjoy them, especially that moment when you can slowly grin and go 'hey, this is a forced-to-share-body-heat fic!'