Plotting Wicked Things
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Tired.In pain (although not as bad as it was). Hungry. Thirsty. I need to go upstairs soon, take painmeds, get something to drink... but dammit, I'm having FUN. *grin* I'm talking with Rhett, debating evil and sadistic things to do to someone who shall henceforth be known as D. And no, not Dashwood. Different D. A rather annoying, irritating, stuck-up, stubborn, middle-management D. Who in my opinion deserves all the evilness we could dream up and more. Good thing I don't really run life, yes?
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