Uhherrr...

I had the most fucked up dream...

My friends threw Citgo and I a surprise wedding because they decided it was time. (click-whirrr.)

It was a full-on geek wedding, complete with period dress, a castle, stormtroopers, and a running battle between the Scots (of the wedding party,) and Fairy, who decided to crash the party.)

All I remember clearly is shoving people into a sarrlac pit, (that looked suspiciously like it was made of pudding,) and remarking to Illustrator, who was evidently my right hand person of the moment that, "This is really very nice of you all, but I had kind of hoped that IF we had decided this day was to day come, I would have been able to make a few more decisions about the proceedings."

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Just a friendly reminder that even if MickyD's is the only thing to eat at such a late hour, maybe it's better off just not eating.


- k.

Masons?

Nope, I don't mean the secret-handshakey type.

Do I know anyone who knows how to repair brick work, and would be willing to teach me once I get back from pennsic?

My grandmother's place needs work, as well as a few other projects here and there...

And, hell, I'd like to learn.

- k.