Mom, dreamsquirrel and I have decided that the fact that you're not answering your phone means you've gone over in the corner and died.
I told dreamsquirrel to attempt to resuscitate your decaying corpse, but he was stymied when you didn't come downstairs to let him in. Corpses sometimes have difficulty walking, or so I hear. I sympathize, really.
Interesting story, by the way .. but .. Umbridge .. ew.
i do have this magic phone thingy on my desk, you know;-) i'm much too lazy to actually walk all the way over there without being sure that she's alive, or at least ambulatory.
interesting story, yes. very.. passionate? that's a good word. not bedtime reading, mind you, but not nearly as squicky as a certain Shakespeare play. sorry.
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Interesting story, by the way .. but .. Umbridge .. ew.
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interesting story, yes. very.. passionate? that's a good word. not bedtime reading, mind you, but not nearly as squicky as a certain Shakespeare play. sorry.
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I am not, in fact, "not answering my phone." I am allowed to leave my room and do stuff, you know.
I am "not checking my voicemail," however. Is it anything vital?
I got Mom's letter today. It had only been in the mail for seven days-- I think that's a record.
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