**Happy Easter!!**
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I really ought to update this journal more often.

Anyway, I'm not dead - just not feeling good. -_-; I think it's part of getting used to the new climate. Hopefully I'll start feeling better soon - goodness knows it's hard to think just now.
But on a positive note, I would like to say that there is something to using a stability ball (a Pilates ball) instead of a desk chair. I've been using one for the past week or so, and I have to say that despite the drawbacks (there are a few) I have no intention of going back to a traditional desk chair. Not yet, anyway. ^_^
Anyway - here's hoping my muse comes back soon!
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Let us give thanks to The Builder, for He hath formed my hands with fingers. And behold, my fingers interlock like cogs on a gear. I am part of His unbeholdable machine, and therein lies my salvation.
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Just when the caterpillar thought her world was over...she became a butterfly.
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Let us give thanks to The Builder, for He hath formed my hands with fingers. And behold, my fingers interlock like cogs on a gear. I am part of His unbeholdable machine, and therein lies my salvation.
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Just when the caterpillar thought her world was over...she became a butterfly.
I don't know what the procedure is with this kind of stuff, but one of your scenes in Forged in Darkness inspired this: [link] , and I'm not sure whether this counts as fanart of the 'fic since it's a little changed from the actual scene, but I thought I'd let you know anyway. Hope it's okay I have that up.
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I just lost The Game!
Total People Who Hate My Signature So Far: 15
Number of People Who Have Won The Game (and proved it): 2
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Just when the caterpillar thought her world was over...she became a butterfly.
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