Remy will not be typing in his accent or dialect. 1) I can't keep it up convincingly, and 2) it really gets old quite quickly. So. AIM, this homme will def'nitely be talkin' comme ca, chers; here, it'll be fairly standard.
And now, back your regularly scheduled programming.
Goddamn,
it's cold. Bad for the lungs, this kind of chill. And bad for me, since I was fixing for a Sunday turn on the bike (incidentally meaning to ask if and hoping Marie would care to join me). Usually I'd be itching to go out and do it anyway, but I'm feeling a bit homebodyesque today. Lucky mankind has invented cigarettes to fight off the horror of idle autumn hours. And cards.
Speaking of which -- anybody up for losing a quick game of
Seven Card Stud?
hjladfjkghadjfh Cripes, I know nothing about cards :) Oh, and I seem to remember there was a Situation with Remy's car and Hank's temper -- so no car for him, right? And as far as a bike goes, he'd stolen one of Scott's before. Now John's sort of adopted the collection, I think. Any... thoughts on all that, I guess? Because Remy wants a bike.
P.S. Jeff comes back tomorrow! *rejoices*