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Owww. I hurt. A lot. Very, very sore muscles from all that cleaning. I need a backrub. Badly enough that I was dreaming about giving backrubs to other people, just so that I could have a backrub in the near fictional vicinity.
Owie.
Owie.
First, thanks to another player and friend on B&S, I got the computers networking /completely/. Now I can go in and mess with my father's computer while he's using it! Life is good.
Also, did not get vacumning done today. See previous post about being bloody sore. However, I got the trash hauled out to the dump. Yay me!
Third, there's a colony of ladybugs living on the top of my window frame. About twelve of them, huddled in a corner, looking all cute and rolypoly and scared. I should kill them, but...ladybugs are like the fuzzy kittens of the insect world. It's very difficult to get up the willpower to swat them. So they can stay, right up until one of them flies onto my face.
Then comes the napalm.
Also, did not get vacumning done today. See previous post about being bloody sore. However, I got the trash hauled out to the dump. Yay me!
Third, there's a colony of ladybugs living on the top of my window frame. About twelve of them, huddled in a corner, looking all cute and rolypoly and scared. I should kill them, but...ladybugs are like the fuzzy kittens of the insect world. It's very difficult to get up the willpower to swat them. So they can stay, right up until one of them flies onto my face.
Then comes the napalm.
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