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French people on my flist, can you tell me what the word for disabled is?

I'm sure you'll all be happy to know my groceries have just arrived. The animals won't starve after all, and I could change the litter box at last. Of course the delivery man commented on how the house wasn't next to a road, and yes, we go through this every time. This is why I get a delivery when there's a lot of heavy stuff.

James has been phoning me often from France. Apparently it's 30 degrees over there so they're all baking. He's not in Corey's group so Corey's climbing to the mountain hut today while James is hanging out in town. He sounds so happy, which is awesome, and promised to send pictures later.

I had a good writing day yesterday. I finally finished my part of the Mikey/Frank/Pete threesome I'm writing with

sperrywink and also spent some very enjoyable hours writing clichéd car crash mcr fic. I enjoyed myself so much, you don't even know. The story is so indulgent, has very little actual content and hits every cliché going, but each word was fun. And you know, those kinds of stories are great to write. It won't get recced, hell, if it's read I'll be surprised but car crash off a mountain!

I also spent a lot of time looking at the picture Mikey posted. His little smile.

It's a gorgeous sunny day today. I have the window open next to me, a chilled bottle of strawberryade and have done everything that needs to be done. So I'm going to write more and catch up on some reading.

I hope you're all having a good day, too.