I am a stenofiend. Been blowing up starships with the power of my phonetic strokin' for hours, yo. It's fun. This is what my machine looks like. Sometimes I wish I had filters so that those of you bored to tears by this stuff could avoid seeing it, but I don't know as I'd be posting anything else to amuse you instead. I'm honing myself, and it's good for me, but it makes me a dull conversationalist. It's temporary, though, I swear. Just a couple years to go. I go back to work tomorrow, though I'm off school 'til the 10th. K. and I saw King Kong last night. Ripping stuff. She got me two books on the Medieval world by Terry Jones for Christmas: Who Murdered Chaucer and Medieval Lives. We flipped through 'em a bit last night, but I'm roaring to get into the pith of 'em, as soon as I finish my present to her (she's a fast reader and a generous), China Mieville's Looking for Jake. Gonna climb into bed with it and try to nod off by midnight.
Public apologies: Ariadne, Christopher, and Porter, I owe you phone calls. I'm sorry for being such a slacker-- I swear I'll get over my phone phobia very soon and we'll have a lovely conversation. But I'm grateful for your indulgence in the mean time. Please forgive me. :`/
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