the last twoish days, summarised:

[thene]

gah, Rori, ffff.


(The only other thing that has happened is that Precious became unable to use her front right foot. Weirdly she didn't seem to be in any pain, she just refused to put any weight on her foot. We checked for splinters and such, too. As her back left leg is slightly lame, especially when it's cold, this led to some amusing two-legged hopping but mostly it just led to her milking as much attention as she could before deciding that she was now better.)

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[zoeiona.livejournal.com]

is sorry for inadvertently lending you the ghost...

[thene]

You are not.

[zoeiona.livejournal.com]

Am too. She should not be badgering you, she should be badgering me.

[thene]

Yes but with me she can use the cultural differences re. how underfoot Halloween is here as an excuse, so she is.

What should she be badgering you about? And why are all my superpowers useless IRL?

[zoeiona.livejournal.com]

I will tell him you said happy birthday. Your superpowers are useless because the world sucks.

She should be badgering me to stop being stressed and just write. Am being sucky at that at the moment, largely because I'm trying to figure out whether and, if so, how to tweak two chapters three quarters of the way through to make them more tropetastic. I suck at this particular thing, and it frustrates me; just want to write, uli.

[thene]

Also, tell him I said happy birthday.