Well, here I am, waiting for my first flight of 2013 to take off and literally all I can think of is how bloody glad I am to get the hell out of the north and all it means to me. If I were in a metaphorical mood, I’d wax poetic about how the coldness of the place reflects the coldness of the more ‘human’ atmosphere, but I’m not in a mood to do so. Besides, the World Wide We is hardly a place to air my dirty laundry in such a traceable way. The people I’m speaking of might find it.
On a happier note, tonight I get to call my best friend again (missed you, babe!) and sleep in my bed, with my pillows and my view. As this is a combination of tree branches, the dorms across from me and a road, you can tell it’s really something special. I’ll have to show you sometime.
Ah, I amuse me. What else can I waste out collective time with?
Oh! I was reading Kimberly Gould’s most recent blog post, and turns out that Cargon: Duty and Sacrifice is nearly ready to be on my shelf! She’s reading the…______ (can’t remember the term), which means it’s all set up in book format, and all that’s left—assuming I understand and remember correctly, ha!—is title art and press! Fantastically exciting. (As I’m typing this, I’m reading it back in a British accent. Do it with me, it makes everything classier. Try it. Read ‘buggery fuck’ in proper English, and all of a sudden, you’re proper when you insult people!)
(Yes, I have a slightly unhealthy adoration for the British accent. No, I shan’t change that.)
Looks like we might be getting ready to at least do safety announcements…so I suppose I’ll bugger off now and read my lovely fanfic while I wait for four hours to get to Edmonton. Camrose, here I come!
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