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Oh yeah... that's today. *sigh* Hopefully the day will include a Cadbury caramel egg or two.
Have to open the lab today and later on I will be accompanying![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
beatgoddess to her parents' and grammy's to spend a bit of the holiday with them, along with sundart, which is good because it will probably allow me to duck the inevitable call from my folx, which is something I really don't want to deal with. Family gatherings... yikes. anyway, there's that, and the fact that I will be cheerily doing homework until we leave and once we get back.
ugh.
In other news had a dream about someone who serves as the last stop for Santa, the Easter bunny, the tooth fairy, and a few other annual and/or fictional visitors, and rewards them for a job well done, if you know what I mean. After I woke up chuckling, I filed the idea away. That might make a fun series of erotic stories. "So, Santa," she purred, slinking to him and running her hands through the white fur trim on the front of his suit, "Have I been a good girl... or a very very bad one?"
*giggle*
going to go take ibuprofen and eat breakfast. Nothing like a night's sleep to bring into focus exactly how unhappy your body gets when you suddenly decide your a distance rider. yowch.
Have to open the lab today and later on I will be accompanying
beatgoddess to her parents' and grammy's to spend a bit of the holiday with them, along with sundart, which is good because it will probably allow me to duck the inevitable call from my folx, which is something I really don't want to deal with. Family gatherings... yikes. anyway, there's that, and the fact that I will be cheerily doing homework until we leave and once we get back.ugh.
In other news had a dream about someone who serves as the last stop for Santa, the Easter bunny, the tooth fairy, and a few other annual and/or fictional visitors, and rewards them for a job well done, if you know what I mean. After I woke up chuckling, I filed the idea away. That might make a fun series of erotic stories. "So, Santa," she purred, slinking to him and running her hands through the white fur trim on the front of his suit, "Have I been a good girl... or a very very bad one?"
*giggle*
going to go take ibuprofen and eat breakfast. Nothing like a night's sleep to bring into focus exactly how unhappy your body gets when you suddenly decide your a distance rider. yowch.
