I --

-- I'll. I'll be in the Labs. If I'm needed.

I'm sorry.

Amber is at home, today. She's been pushing herself these past weeks, learning so many new and useful things from her other half's books. But with enough time spent looking into the minds of others, one is eventually forced to look long and hard at at their own self. And there are things, she finds, she needs to speak with Norman about. (Her ( Read more... )

Augh. Dammit, Norman...

Guess what I found.

...can I keep him? *grin*

Goddammit.

To hell with you. To hell with you all.

What are you afraid to say, unless it's anonymous? Say it here. It could be something you're afraid to say to me, to an employer, to a friend or loved one. Perhaps it is something you're afraid to say about your world or the nexus. Perhaps it is a secret you've been keeping. Say it here. ((And check to make sure you're commenting anonymously ( Read more... )

Never again.

Music, for Amber! Not the same as Norman's music, shockingly enough. Wondering why I picked a certain song? Just ask! I'll happily talk your ear off about it, I assure you. :D

Garbage - Supervixen

Diana Krall - Peel Me a Grape

Auf Der Mar - Taste You

Liza Minelli - Mein Herr

Billy Idol - Rebel Yell

Oingo Boingo - Fool's Paradise

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Grr. Arg. Generic noises of frustration.

Sometimes, I really just hate my job.

Oh, now that just wasn't fair.

(Still very, very nice, though.)