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[same_sky]

courtesy made me laugh this morning by pointing out that I'm not homeless, what with Mosaic Minds and all, I'm in a long-term mortgage on a mansion. (Which, aside from the fact that I'm only a joint name on the account, is only partially true--the house owns me much more than I own it) She reminds me of M sometimes in that she has a bit of a talent for making me take myself less seriously. *grin* Also because she's hot. *tease*

Ha! Random ICQ message from old mud friend. (Meta. I feel like I have to say who since there are a couple of mudders on my friends list, but that means nothing to most of you anyway. Maybe not even to them, I don't know.) Isn't it funny how things happen sometimes? I start pining for the mud's glory days, and then, what do you know? Someone I haven't talked to in years says hello. It's just funny. I am embracing my inner psychic, or something.

I'm sure you folks are all tired of my whining. I should write about something more entertaining than conversations that I have had. I could write about something that really pissed me off today, but I don't feel like going into it. I could write about this stupid pain left over from the shoulder issue this weekend, but no one wants to hear that, either, and I'm pretty sure it qualifies as whining. I could write about how I worked on my book today but that would be a total lie. I am having motivational problems again. :)

Is it Friday yet?

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[courtesy.livejournal.com]

:)

[carrieb.livejournal.com]

MM just doesn't quite have a homey feel. Not enough chat, not enough action, too much work *l*. I think an active chat is a required element for an internet home, but I'm not sure.

I don't think it's quite Friday yet, but I have no idea. I'm a lady of leisure. I might get dressed today or I might not.

[samesky.livejournal.com]

I think you're probably right.. some sort of active chatting mechanism is pretty important. Also, if MM is a home, it's more like a group home for troubled teenagers than a single house. Think of it.. all the work, all the confusion, all the broken curfews. (I'm probably going to get in trouble for saying that. Just a joke, lovely staff members, I'm not calling you troubled teens.)

I am totally envious of you for not even knowing if you're going to get dressed. Oh, wouldn't that be nice.. :)