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Well, I can talk again. Which is... good, I guess. Except now I have to use my newly regained voice to talk to fucktarded customers, which sucks.

A day of interest and trauma yesterday, mostly thanks to the Miriglum (who, much like Akabane, just ain't right) and her habit of putting highly distressing mental images in the heads of innocent Froodles. The bloke on the cover of From Eroica With Love may look suspiciously like the lovechild of Saionji from Utena and Sanzo from Saiyuki, but there is absolutely no need to say it, ever. And definately no need to ponder out loud about which of them would be on top* and forcing me to do a little dance of horror and woe in Forbidden Planet at the very idea.

In other news, everyone go and read Fair Play by Tove Jansson. Or you fail at living.

*Saionji, clearly. Sanzo's blonde. Plus those hips were made for child-bearin'.

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Well, I can talk again. Which is... good, I guess. Except now I have to use my newly regained voice to talk to fucktarded customers, which sucks.

A day of interest and trauma yesterday, mostly thanks to the Miriglum (who, much like Akabane, just ain't right) and her habit of putting highly distressing mental images in the heads of innocent Froodles. The bloke on the cover of From Eroica With Love may look suspiciously like the lovechild of Saionji from Utena and Sanzo from Saiyuki, but there is absolutely no need to say it, ever. And definately no need to ponder out loud about which of them would be on top* and forcing me to do a little dance of horror and woe in Forbidden Planet at the very idea.

In other news, everyone go and read Fair Play by Tove Jansson. Or you fail at living.

*Saionji, clearly. Sanzo's blonde. Plus those hips were made for child-bearin'.