Honeysuckle Junkie

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I've just eaten a glut of honeysuckle and spent the last two hours or so playing a rousing game of 19th century natural philosopher with myself. I have pollen in my nails, up my nose, possibly in my ears and for some bizarre reason my fingers smell like that dead minnow I poked with a stick but I feel better than I have in a long time. I went to

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[musing_mouse]

Brava. I took some time today to look at the beautiful tulips and admire how pretty parts of my campus are. Like the Knoll Area (oldest part of campus)... I mean, its no babbling brook, but it has its spots. :-)

P.s. SUPERNATURAL. w00t.

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HELL YES! My phone's still busted, will you call me?

Heh, and sorry about the unnaturally long e-mail. I looked at it again this morning and it was like "whoa dang, I wrote that?"

[musing_mouse]

I will do. I won't be able to call you right after as Julia and I will be dismantling our loft... and that could end in lots of pain. But I will call you when done. When is too late... your time?

Also, the email was effing awesome. Just what I needed after working at JCP where my managers ignore me.

...I'll send you one back soon

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It's never too late for Supernatural! Uhh... actually, make that about 12:30ish. After that I either need to be working my ass off or in bed. Because I rock like that.

35 minutes! (oh god, a countdown. how lame of me.)