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Nov. 28th, 2004 08:57 amWell, another Thanksgiving over... Everyone's packing up and getting ready to slog over the pass, which will surely be slow going because every year some dimwit thinks he can make it without chains. No chains + icy mountain road = accident. It snowed yesterday, at least a foot, maybe more. Makes the view look really Christmas-y, with snow-covered pines and mountains. It's freezing, of course (below 15 degrees! Aieee!), but it's pretty. Went hiking in a snowstorm yesterday, hiked into town to go browse the new shops and generally enjoy the weather that we never get in San Jose. Some of the shop keepers looked at us like we were completely cracked. Hey, not saying I'm not!
I can't wait to rescue my Martha tomorrow morning. Though, it's debatable who's going to do the actual rescuing - I've got class until 12, then I'm probably going to hare over to the shelter for a short shift... so maybe mom will be Martha-rescuer. Poor kitten-fuzz. Must remember to pick up some litter tomorrow.
I also gotta call that OB-GYN tomorrow, even if I reeeeeeeeeeeaaaaally would rather be torn apart by wargs than go see him. Damn Midol is a placebo. It hurrrrts, precious...
Only 6,700 words to go! I'm finally writing the climax of this venture into insanity, and I'm afraid I left my main characters in a bit of a jam last night. They probably are plotting to kill me in there now. Well, two of them, anyway. The villan, who is finally getting some live screen time for the first time in the entire story, is estatic, I'm sure. Creepy slimeball. He freaks me out, and I'm the one who created him! *plots ways to kill him off in a messy and satisfying manner*
Now must go an complete packing. *just realized that she still has her fuzzy slippers on, which really should be in her bag, and not on her feet* Bugger.
*Sends *huuuuuuuuugs* to Wen's big kitty and hoppytoad's new muffin, Bastet. And her old muffin, Beast, who needs hugs.* Yay for kitties and the people who love them.
I can't wait to rescue my Martha tomorrow morning. Though, it's debatable who's going to do the actual rescuing - I've got class until 12, then I'm probably going to hare over to the shelter for a short shift... so maybe mom will be Martha-rescuer. Poor kitten-fuzz. Must remember to pick up some litter tomorrow.
I also gotta call that OB-GYN tomorrow, even if I reeeeeeeeeeeaaaaally would rather be torn apart by wargs than go see him. Damn Midol is a placebo. It hurrrrts, precious...
Only 6,700 words to go! I'm finally writing the climax of this venture into insanity, and I'm afraid I left my main characters in a bit of a jam last night. They probably are plotting to kill me in there now. Well, two of them, anyway. The villan, who is finally getting some live screen time for the first time in the entire story, is estatic, I'm sure. Creepy slimeball. He freaks me out, and I'm the one who created him! *plots ways to kill him off in a messy and satisfying manner*
Now must go an complete packing. *just realized that she still has her fuzzy slippers on, which really should be in her bag, and not on her feet* Bugger.
*Sends *huuuuuuuuugs* to Wen's big kitty and hoppytoad's new muffin, Bastet. And her old muffin, Beast, who needs hugs.* Yay for kitties and the people who love them.
