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Please close the door and switch on the fun without fail.

Scattered thoughts
reiko
cleolinda

So I wrote about 2600 words yesterday, and then I hit a wall. I still had ideas, but it was like... the words just weren't coming. Sentences wouldn't form. That's okay, you know--you do some good work, then you run out of words for the day.

I get up today and I'm still out of words. I'm a little pissed about this.

I really, really want to get in the pool, but I, um, can't. Feminine indisposition. Ahem. Because I would really like to get out there with a drink and pretend I'm on an island resort and not here with three (four, actually) other people who are driving me nuts. I haven't been on a vacation since 2001, people. Let me have the little things.

I did find some rum in my closet (three partially full bottles. Maybe runners once used it as a cache?). I have lime juice, maybe some pina colada mix, maybe a can of Coke if I'm lucky. I am going to make drinks.

(I am also perhaps one of the few Americans who can say they've had a Cuba libre in Cuba. It was the first time I'd left the country or been on a plane, and I haven't done either since. I don't get out much, but when I do, I apparently do it right.)

(Oh, dude, Tahitian Tea sounds really, really good. Of course, you're talking to someone whose favorite drink is the Long Island. Pity I don't have any gin or triple sec.)

Quick link: Numo the hedgehog. EEEEEEE.



ETA: OMG I TOTALLY HAVE TO MAKE SANGRIA, Y'ALL.


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