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Very lovely day today. :D The weather was gorgeous, mid to upper 50's all day. Mmmmm, how I love fall. I can see the leaves changing out my window.
I did have a shitty dream about being trapped in Virginia and Karen was supposed to take me to the airport, but I ended up extremely pissed at her because I missed my plane, but even that dream ended up lovely, because there was this segment where it snowed and there was this beautiful shot of a guy and girl ice skating, and then it panned out and everyone else in the yard joined the two ice skaters.
I woke up at about 11 and watched Wayne Brady, which was a hilarious episode. Whole cast of NYPD Blue at Disneyland. XD Then I spent a few hours fucking around with StyleXP trying to find a good style, which I never really did.
Got out here and changed my screen resolution to 1280x1024, just because I felt like it. I'm having a good deal of trouble reading the text, but I'm sure that'll get better, or I'll have a psychotic episode. Anyway, Jane Carnall from the M*A*S*H-Slash group gave me a nice little pointer about my miniature text, and I was very mature about it and reposted my 5-min from yesterday.
I downloaded TotalAccess 2004 and right now I'm setting up the Mailbox. Yaaay, no more Outlook Express!! :D
M*A*S*H today was the Charles' miserable Christmas until he gets his hat! episode, which probably would have made me a lot happier if it weren't for the fact that his dialogue kinda went all over the place and it took my mind time to catch up with what was being said. Or maybe I just got stuck on the sentimental and so-nice-I-got-scared behavior that he displayed and when he went back to normal I got confused. Uh, cause seriously... he made some bizarre thingies toward Radar. I mean, he was just... so damn happy. It should have made me squee all night, but instead it just made me feel strange inside. I sincerely hope it wasn't because it was something as petty as the fact that Klinger was across the room and he never once interacted with... nah. I'm not that petty, am I?
Because it WOULD HAVE been better... but you know, it just doesn't work that way all the time. ¬.¬ Or, you know... often. Or almost ever.
Oh, cruel fate. HOW YOU TOY WITH MY MIND!!! ;_; I'm still trying to figure out exactly how I feel about Mulcahy, of all the stupid things. I guess it's kind of important that I figure that out before I write a fic in which he stars, which I started in NC.
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I did have a shitty dream about being trapped in Virginia and Karen was supposed to take me to the airport, but I ended up extremely pissed at her because I missed my plane, but even that dream ended up lovely, because there was this segment where it snowed and there was this beautiful shot of a guy and girl ice skating, and then it panned out and everyone else in the yard joined the two ice skaters.
I woke up at about 11 and watched Wayne Brady, which was a hilarious episode. Whole cast of NYPD Blue at Disneyland. XD Then I spent a few hours fucking around with StyleXP trying to find a good style, which I never really did.
Got out here and changed my screen resolution to 1280x1024, just because I felt like it. I'm having a good deal of trouble reading the text, but I'm sure that'll get better, or I'll have a psychotic episode. Anyway, Jane Carnall from the M*A*S*H-Slash group gave me a nice little pointer about my miniature text, and I was very mature about it and reposted my 5-min from yesterday.
I downloaded TotalAccess 2004 and right now I'm setting up the Mailbox. Yaaay, no more Outlook Express!! :D
M*A*S*H today was the Charles' miserable Christmas until he gets his hat! episode, which probably would have made me a lot happier if it weren't for the fact that his dialogue kinda went all over the place and it took my mind time to catch up with what was being said. Or maybe I just got stuck on the sentimental and so-nice-I-got-scared behavior that he displayed and when he went back to normal I got confused. Uh, cause seriously... he made some bizarre thingies toward Radar. I mean, he was just... so damn happy. It should have made me squee all night, but instead it just made me feel strange inside. I sincerely hope it wasn't because it was something as petty as the fact that Klinger was across the room and he never once interacted with... nah. I'm not that petty, am I?
Because it WOULD HAVE been better... but you know, it just doesn't work that way all the time. ¬.¬ Or, you know... often. Or almost ever.
Oh, cruel fate. HOW YOU TOY WITH MY MIND!!! ;_; I'm still trying to figure out exactly how I feel about Mulcahy, of all the stupid things. I guess it's kind of important that I figure that out before I write a fic in which he stars, which I started in NC.
( musings )
