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Well. As far as birthdays go that one was pretty damn nifty. My roommates fed me pasta and cheesecake and all was well and I've learned my grandmother knows how to use voicemail. Kait gave me new music and PROMISES ME GLITTER I look forward to this. There were no orgasms in my Biology paper. Also happy birthdays are owed to
alexsirkman and his evil twin. Hell Week at school continues but Hell Papers are done with so things are looking up.
Oh. Right. And
to_the_third is the most neurotic creature alive, second only to my grandmother's dog.
Anyway. Here. Have ficbit.
He waits until her breathing is even against his shoulder before he moves off of her. Then he picks his glasses up off the floor and goes to get dressed. In his absence she makes a small sound, rolling onto her side. He pauses with an arm in one sleeve—but she doesn’t wake and he pulls it on the rest of the way. He dims the lamp, folds down the letter and, after some thought, sets the alarm for her and leaves.
It’s for the better. Not that he couldn’t have explained why he was doing the tie to his uniform and not his nightclothes, but really it’s all for the better.
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Anyway. Here. Have ficbit.
He waits until her breathing is even against his shoulder before he moves off of her. Then he picks his glasses up off the floor and goes to get dressed. In his absence she makes a small sound, rolling onto her side. He pauses with an arm in one sleeve—but she doesn’t wake and he pulls it on the rest of the way. He dims the lamp, folds down the letter and, after some thought, sets the alarm for her and leaves.
It’s for the better. Not that he couldn’t have explained why he was doing the tie to his uniform and not his nightclothes, but really it’s all for the better.
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Date: 2005-05-05 10:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-05-06 06:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-05-07 06:56 am (UTC)When we are home... you must remind me to put my Invasion America tape in my "school stuff" box. Because... I totally meant to do that a few weeks ago and forgot.
So. Yes. Also, I don't know the fandom, so I didn't click on the cut the first time, but I'm reading it now because it's just at eye level and... wow. That was... awesome. And... if you ever hem and haw at being a crappy writer again, remind me to punch you. Or something.
omgineedsleep.