late nights, bright lights

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"I wonder if George Washington started the Harlem Globetrotters..."

Yes, someone actually said that the other night.

Katie cooked lunch for me. Winner is Katie and her delightful rice.

Heather is also winner, for her amazing artistic skills. She drew a cute little picture of my Lisbet and her faitful mount and she even let me colour it. [Lisbet is a level four now, la la la la!] I will soon scan it and let you all see the pretty. She also drew a very sexy picture of my devilish plot to frame her for murderrrrr.

RPing is beginning to get to me. Lacey is being a real dick to poor Amadeus and they're both being meanie-faces about making a second character.

I'm writing my civ paper and watching CSI. There is an excess of Greg and Nick in this episode. I am ridiculously happy. What makes the desert beautiful? I know I know... Do you?

Bow before me.

I am a goddess.

A novelling goddess.

Exerpts to follow.

The Hidden Stairway

I hopelessly fucked for tomorrow. Maybe I can pull a Stephanie and fake sick and dodge work early.

Except for I can't because I'M FUCKING RESPONSIBLE YOU DUMB BITCH.

*ahem* Pardon me. I don't know where that came from...

Actual exerpt from actual email sent to Sarah. We should both be doing homework, but we are dumb, and also not.

"Hee hee. Super Brendan. Super Brendan's super powers? Licking the world a nicer place, with rainbows and lollipops and the like.

Mmm, gods. Tastes like Lucky Charms.
You know who's better than the Count of Monte Cristo? The Counte of Del Monte Crisco. I say you study him instead.
>>Colleen
PS: Notice how this email had capitals, but the last one didn't? Weird how these things work. Blame it on the French and their craz-eh revolutions with the killing and the stabbing and tribunals!!

PPS: You are a ratfink of fine taste…"

And as for my mood? It's calm, insofar as I can be calm.

ED: Sarah has thusly responded to my email:

Neither one of us is going to get ANY work done tonight.