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Recording for posterity
Today? Today was awesome, for a whole passel of reasons. Today was filled with productivity and mint chocolate and orange chocolate and lace and dragons* and finally making progress on a number of stalled projects.
Now I go to sleep the sleep of the righteous who have crossed items off of their To Do list.
* Well, a dragon. I have made admiring noises at Creatures from El for years now. And due to medical school shenanigans, I (quite happily) forwent presents for the year. Only I got into the Wonderful School of Wonderfulness in Wonderville and was able to cancel around half my interviews. Each interview is easily $300 of travel, so that's a whole bunch of money saved, which is yay-worthy enough on the face of it. And then what should arrive in the mail today but a mysteeerious package all the way from Canada and it contained a dragon, my very own sparkly, twisty dragon. I may have actually flailed like a muppet, before calling my parents and doing the verbal equivalent. (At least I didn't swear.) And lookit his ears! His big bunny ears! Ladies and gentlemen, I am the proud owner of a lop dragon. I shall call him Mr. Flopsy. He should probably have a more dignified name, but it's the sort of name that once thought cannot be unthought and now he's stuck as a Mr. Flopsy.
Now I go to sleep the sleep of the righteous who have crossed items off of their To Do list.
* Well, a dragon. I have made admiring noises at Creatures from El for years now. And due to medical school shenanigans, I (quite happily) forwent presents for the year. Only I got into the Wonderful School of Wonderfulness in Wonderville and was able to cancel around half my interviews. Each interview is easily $300 of travel, so that's a whole bunch of money saved, which is yay-worthy enough on the face of it. And then what should arrive in the mail today but a mysteeerious package all the way from Canada and it contained a dragon, my very own sparkly, twisty dragon. I may have actually flailed like a muppet, before calling my parents and doing the verbal equivalent. (At least I didn't swear.) And lookit his ears! His big bunny ears! Ladies and gentlemen, I am the proud owner of a lop dragon. I shall call him Mr. Flopsy. He should probably have a more dignified name, but it's the sort of name that once thought cannot be unthought and now he's stuck as a Mr. Flopsy.