Circe's Nerd Journal

I...I truly do have the best people ever in my life. A package arrived today and I have to say I cried a little bit. Or, you know, enough to discombobulate my kids. (Mommy, why are you crying? says five-year-old. Mommy is happy! says I. Oh, obviously, says frazzled fourteen-year-old).

I'm in the middle of hosting a New Years party for Allie and her friends so expect e-mails tomorrow but for now...: REQUEST TIME.

Dear Flist and Lurkers That I Speak With Something Regular:

Please send me a picture of yourself. I'm going to make a locked post with my address and I will give it out to those who PM me and ask. But I have a special place for photos now and I want to fill it with you!

ESPECIALLY A CERTAIN SET OF SANTAS, PLEASE.

If you don't want me to have a photo-photo of you I would also accept stick-figures bearing your names (LJ too, plz).

I will even send out SASEs for you, if you want.

Now I've got to go play the New Moon board game with a bunch of twelve-year-old girls. I'm going to lose badly but I am happy about this.

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I'm supposed to be doing the laundry before I get ready for work. But something in my med combo seems to be making me randomly twitchy. Like, a lot. So I tried to write to see if it would go away. And this happened. ( I blame Meg! And Becky. But mostly Meg! )