Hear that high-pitched sound?

[blamebrampton]

That's the sound of my brain spinning at enormous RPM. I normally work a 30 hour week. I've already hit 29 hours and it is Tuesday. SEND FONDANT FANCIES (or a cloning machine and time machine, so I can make a batch of mini-mes 24 years ago and enjoy employing them to do all my scutwork even as I loathe them for their still-functional knees and tiny firm bums! (OOOH! I could harvest knee cartilage! Except that's probably unethical.))

Anyway, to the point -- HAPPY BIRTHDAY shiv5468 , you brilliant woman, you! It has been a joy meeting you, and I am so glad I was able to introduce you to shu-shu, too. One of my ambitions is to get the two of you in the same place at the same time. I hope that the birthday fairies and the shoe pixies conspire to make it a fab day for you.

And now, back to work. BLEAH!

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[treacle-tartlet.livejournal.com]

I want to offer sympathetic sounds, but my brain is consumed by the HORROR OF THE WEEKEND THAT IS BEARING DOWN UPON ME WITH FRIGHTENING SPEED.

I shall concentrate on the far more delightful prospect of a visit with you in June, and try to remember not to cut all my hair off before we do the cosplay thing...

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

Darling, if it gets too gruesome, text me and I will call you: you can put me on speakerphone and I will engage with everyone's politics in a polite and fact filled fashion without fear or favour and they can all unite in thinking me a stuck-up bitch. (Which I am, but an ACCURATE one!)