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Ah, Sunday morning and the Latino Music Bandit strikes again. I find it very annoying that someone across the street blares music so loudly I have to turn up my own radio or TV to drown it out. For a while it disappeared and it was good, but now he's back and more annoying than ever.

Or it could be that I woke up with a killer headache and am just not in the mood to have someone else's musical selections thrust upon me.

Mmmm, chocolate

I have to say Lindt dark chocolate truffle balls have to be one of the best things ever created. Guh. Heaven.

I can't decide what to do now. Mostly just want to sleep, to see if I can rid myself of the headache. If I do that,though, I'll probably be up all night.

Oh, crud

I was just about to revisit a fic I've had on the back burner for, like, ever...and discovered the version I have saved does not match the couple pages I have printed out. Somewhere I have a couple important scenes that I need now and have no idea where I could possibly have put them.

If I've shared a story called Objects In Mirror with anyone out there, would you mind searching to see if you still have it and if what you have goes beyond page 46?

I'll have to re-read the story anyway, but I do actually remember the basic gist of this one. Poor Daniel. Poor Jack. *shakes head sadly*

ETA: Never mind. I did, in fact, have the wherewithal to save it. I just didn't save it in the most logical place.

( I can't believe I left them so cruelly )

There But For the Grace of God

This episode is not without its faults, but I love, love, love it. The idea in and of itself is pretty intriguing and, dare I say TPTB never recaptured the glory of the alternate reality in the same way again. How could they? This was all very confusing and shocking for Daniel because it had never happened before.

( TBFtGoG )

To sum up: "No, Jack...they're coming. They're coming." *shivers*