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Now it's only *four* degrees outside.
It was six earlier.
So, so, so, so cold.
What's it like further north of here? I can't imagine.
Going to bed with my NyQuil, now. Suck it.
PS - as I said earlier in a friends-only post, Audrey Niffenegger's The Three Incestuous Sisters involves no overt incest (unless Ophile is meant to be in love with Bettine rather than Paris?) and is rather like one of Dame Darcy's comics, a fantasy-tinged olde-timey melodrama, only in a dee-luxe aquatint form. It is a very fast read but the art deserves more attention than that, really. If that sounds interesting to you, check it out.
It was six earlier.
So, so, so, so cold.
What's it like further north of here? I can't imagine.
Going to bed with my NyQuil, now. Suck it.
PS - as I said earlier in a friends-only post, Audrey Niffenegger's The Three Incestuous Sisters involves no overt incest (unless Ophile is meant to be in love with Bettine rather than Paris?) and is rather like one of Dame Darcy's comics, a fantasy-tinged olde-timey melodrama, only in a dee-luxe aquatint form. It is a very fast read but the art deserves more attention than that, really. If that sounds interesting to you, check it out.
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When I am sick, Prince Nyquil takes such good care of me.