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I napped for like, four hours last night, and then went to bed early and slept for over twelve hours. Of course I'm still groggy. There's tiny bits of frost on the rooftops and ice on the boardwalk by the river, and the sky's like a bowl full of water that dirty paintbrushes have been washed in, murky and opaque grey. There's no snow on the ground, though. This is the brightest part of the day, and it looks like sunset because of all the clouds. This is the worst time of year. I wish I could fast forward through the month before the Christmas season every year. Also, to satsuma and gingerbread and glögg season.

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Here's a really great lolcat: brb.

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- For reasons that do not need exploring at this juncture because I already posted about them once today, I'm probably going to be on the verge of panic and/or tears for a little while. Maybe a few days or a week or however long it takes for the situation with my stupid family to stabilise.

+ The Crazy was in need of a bath today and I took a kind of long, surreal video of Wax washing her in the sink. She's very talkative, yet very cooperative. Also, her bald little spine and her tiny, skinny little feet are just so funny.

+ The Bafflingly Long-Winded Nesty Verse never seems to be over and done with for certain. The "pointless fluff" that I started when I finished "Absence" grew to 15 000 words, but I belatedly realised it was missing a significant scene, so it's not finished; and I seem to have inadvertently caused Bex to write some pointless fluffy outtakes from hers instead of the half-finished story she was writing at my demand before the whole Nesty thing started. It's kind of comforting, though. A domestic nesty place is a nice place to mentally hang out.