And The Clocks Were Striking Thirteen (_redpanda_) wrote in metaquotes,
And The Clocks Were Striking Thirteen

I shouldn't post FOUR, but it's been slow. :)

How does one sign up to be Godzilla? There is a town I would like to stomp on.
-- mice

Eep! Howlingmoon's bird is sitting on my shoulder and she wants to eat my head!
Update: Yeah, it's all well and good if I give you a cracker, huh, bird, but let me try to get you to sit on my finger and it's bitey time, bitey time, blood blood blood, huh? I see how you are... *sigh*
Update: 11:46 AM. Howlingmoon is awake and has rescued me!
-- indigoskynet

Pre-con stress. I have no functioning mind. Sleep does not make it better. Drugs don't make it better. I hit my creative stride around 11:00 p.m., which is rather unfortunate since that's also my bedtime. It's not even that there are huge tasks to accomplish. I just...AGH! HULK WANT TO BE PACKED! HULK WANT TO LEAVE!
-- annlarimer

hisgreyeyes: Hee! Thank you, I just snorted orange juice.
uaigneas: You're more than welcome...anything I can do to lubricate your nose with the product of a citrus fruit.

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