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[rushthatspeaks]

Well, Z., my roommate, and I are both at that state of ill/feverish where reality takes a left turn away from consciousness and goes out the window. And where it doesn't seem to matter because any time now there might be Pretty Colors or something. We are presently trying to make pasta for dinner because we slept through actual dinner. There is some doubt in my mind as to whether we will defeat the pasta in single combat or it will win soundly. I think it is presently winning as we have both been talking to it. Acknowledging the sentience of something you are going to try to eat is never a good start. However, at this point, I have reached the stage of not caring. We watched Ghost in the Shell, and I giggled helplessly through it because honestly, the translation of the dub... but hey. It moved. It was pretty. And I should get off the Net because the screen is all shaky and because I'm only on here so that the absence of somebody staring at it will cause the pasta water to boil. Right.