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[oldlife_archive]

It is December 22nd. I am in the middle of nowhere in Vermont. The outside temperature is currently 30.7 degrees.

A ladybug just landed on the couch.

For some reason, this amuses me.

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[cat_on_my_head]

We had a Christmas tree one year infested with ladybugs.

And when I say "infested", I mean there were, like, five.

;)

[oldlife_archive]

Someday I'll show you a real infestation.

Specifically, I'll take you to Great Barrington and point at the New Yorkers. :P ;)

[cat_on_my_head]

I'll show *you* an infestation! . . . of snuzzles! HA!

. . .

;)

[oldlife_archive]

Don't make me come over there...

...

Wait. What do I mean by this "don't"?

;)

[amhranaiochta]

We're on the same coast! :D!

[oldlife_archive]

Not for long. I fly back on Monday.

[nyyyy]

It is December 23. I am in my mother's house. I ran into Ben Chaucer the second night I was here. Thomas Jacques, ex-boyfriend extraordinaire and Fledgling Films alumnus, called me last night.
Vermont is another planet where everyone from your past comes by and shouts "Boo!" when you're trying to finish a book.

[oldlife_archive]

That's a good line. I may have to steal it.

TJ's still alive, eh? Good for him. Good for Ben for staying in the vicinity of Burlington, where he can get all of the ganja, hippies, and lax cops he pleases so long as he doesn't blunder into Essex by mistake.

[princess_apathy]

You're in vermont, FAG!!! CALL ME
872-8074

[oldlife_archive]

I would if I could, but no can do. I'm only in Vermont for (at this juncture) the next eight hours or so, much of which will be spent either frantically packing or sleeping. I can barely get anything accomplished in a week here as it is, and I'm majorly lacking transportation right now, otherwise I'd have called you fairly promptly. Sorry.

[lost_october]

Hey, look. He lives. :)

Merry 363rd birthday of Sir Isaac Newton if I don't hear from you before then! ;)

[oldlife_archive]

And many happy indictments to Karl Rove! :D