"I have lost control of my digestive system."
Yeah, I bet you thought that was a quote from me. Well, it's not. It's from Cap'n C -- he's out sick today and decided to call me (?) to say he would not be in. Um, thanks?
I actually woke up feeling fine after my evening of post-semester pre-move celebration. Now, after hearing the Capn utter such an odd sentence, I'm not so sure.
You've probably seen the post below by now. I have no idea where that came from. I did get in a few drunk dials last night but no one was around, save St. Gorton, who kinda talked to me but mostly paid attention to what was going on at his apartment. It's okay. If my sibling called me to tell me in a slurred voice how "great" Starship Troopers was, I'd probably pay attention to something else too. Thanks for putting up with me, G.
I am the model of a modern Major General.
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You should Cap'n C that he needs to harnass all his collective brain power to grab the wheel and commandeer his digestive system back on tract (hehehehehe). Was he calling to tell you he wouldn't be in because you would be disappointed? You're not his boss, are you? Sorry about not calling back: I was in the grips of cross-stitch fury and trying to get over my nausea. Fun times!
Wuv!!
~The Booklahver
So...are you saying that you did, indeed, intend to dial my number last night?
I answered but, alas, you were already gone...but, it only rang once or twice and no message was left, so I assumed it was a mistake.
Wino.
I nap now.
I was run over by a bunch of middle school kids today...literally. Somehow, they got ahold of a short-bus and the rest is pretty self-explanitory.
M: I honestly don't remember. Forgive? I'm sure you are just so upset you didn't get to discuss the socio-political underpinnings of Starship Troopers with me. Another time, okay?
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