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I'm dying. Or, I was; I haven't moved in about forty-five minutes, which seems to have helped. I'll update later.

Broke my cardnial rule of writing last night: don't stop writing at the beginning of a sex scene. But I had to; we were on our way out the door when Clark got horny, and then I had to go because, dude, Disneyland.

Speaking of: I GOT TO SEE THE FESTIVAL ARENA LAST NIGHT!!!! I was actually in it. Laid down in deck three and felt like I was home. It was very strange, though. It's the only place I've ever felt *that* disoriented. I stood in the center,where the dias used to be and every time I looked down, I expected the erst of the stage to be there when I looked up. My vision swam every time it wasn't there, trying to rectify what should be in that space with what is.

I'm a day late, but to celebrate our nation's birthday, Go Read Smut (COTW: How I Spent my Fourth of July; Clex sex and OC sex abounds).

I was going to say something else. I forget what. I think I'm dying again. I accidently moved. That was dumb.

Oh, I remember! Book Rec: Sunshine by Robin McKinley. Great vampire/demon book that had me enthralled the past three days. It hurt to put it down. I'm sad it's done; I wish it could have lasted more. If that's a saying. Did I mention I'm dying?

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday digitalwave. Last night, when I was in bed with Clark and Lex, they mentioned how much they actually wished they were with *you*. I thought that was sweet of them. Really. *sniff*

I hope your birthday is fantastic!

I'm not dead yet!

I think the new maximum/extended strength/naproxon Midol doesn't work as fast as the old stuff, but I'm feeling better now, so I won't complain.

I wrote Robin McKinley a long e-mail about how much I love her stories. And i forgot to save a copy. That was dumb.

I boufth Maid Marian by Elsa Watson again. This time, I won't return it because I got 5 dollars off with a gift certificate. Don't know if I'll be going back to Walden, though. The layout makes no logical sense and makes me feel like I'm in a looney bin. It was obviously designed by drunk monkeys.

I'm a ( literature abuser: )

But I knew that.

I'm still working on the same sex scene from last night. I'm just really drained today and am dragging my feet.