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There's a reason that I hate using the phone, I should have remembered that when I thought about maybe doing a phone post ( and yes, no idea why I wanted to, apart from the fact

canalbaby just did and I thought, cool ) So I found my details, phoned, and ended up talking to some guy at the glass center. Now, there's a glass center in Sunderland, so it may have been there, but lord knows where I phoned. He asked what number I was after but I hedged, I mean what could I say? Oh I was phoning Live Journal to talk about JC's hips, pretty men and the old butt sex. So no. You're going to have to miss the delights of a phone post from me.

Also, I managed to traumatise my kid. We're just going to sort out his bath and he asks, where's Misty? Now, Misty was our rabbit that died a few months ago, and I know I told him that at the time. But apparentley he was under the impression she'd been sent away somewhere, and we had the whole, she's dead! thing.

I can imagine him, years from now, saying remember when you just casually said Misty had died, callous bitch *g* My parents did that to me when I was a kid. They said my dog had gone to live on a farm and was playing in the fields. Then my cousin told me they'd put him down and I cried for days. And my terrapins. They said they'd gone to a huge fish tank where they'd be able to play with other terrapins, and had they? No.

I cleared a load of comments today, as well as writing a lobster/ho ficlet and a chocolate drabble. Which suggests if I ever organised myself I could be really productive. As it is I pottered around doing house stuff, writing and reading my way through the Trickyfish archive and Mort's X-Files stuff. The Joey fic is still going slowly, I have an idea now at least but I fear it may be short, which I didn't really want.

And now I leave, but not without a wave for

escapist_xbq who's joined my insane LJ. *waves madly*