OH SWEET MUSCULAR MERCY.

Date: 2012-01-18 01:46 am (UTC)
I could decorate a cake with a picture of myself as Charlie Brown FINALLY KICKING THAT FOOTBALL.

The only reason I haven't done it yet is because I have no idea where my houseshoes are, and the floor's chilly. I'll be getting it soon because my last meal was at three this afternoon and even with a sore-ish jaw, I need nourishment—and hot sugared steamed milk is always good for it.

I suddenly have an image of an even-sillier than usual Mont lolling about the house. Better safe than sorry, I reckon—say, does she eat the cherries? Supposedly, cats can't taste sweet, but I've met an amazing number of cats that seem to enjoy things like sugar-butter toast, jelly, and in one weirdo's case, cupcake icing.

IT'S SO WEIRD. I went to the doctor because, well, I would have been ordered to anyway, and even though lately it's just been the occasional flare-up, if I hadn't I would have never known that OH HEY, MY KNEE IS MISSING PARTS!

Also. Air Hockey is Serious Business.

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Nekkid!Jecht. Yoga. Sudden mental image of Kuja walking in on the 'graceless lout' (as he puts it) in the middle of the Sun Salutation sequence.

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