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Apr. 10th, 2005 06:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sunshine_queenI honestly sat down to do my EE.
Then I went to internet explorer, so I could get something from Questia. Because Questia is the EE god.
And I see I have two pieces of mail on yahoo.
"Dammit," I say, "It's probably junk mail, lemme just delete it and carry on."
But, alas. One was. The other was a letter from TWOP, saying Regina has gotten this week's recap up TWO DAYS EARLIER THAN USUAL. I think she had a mini lapse in judgment and was working on the old timetable that recaps had to be up by Sunday afternoon 'cause new episodes were on Sunday night (which is something I still expect, and I only did it for a year, so I can't imagine how it is for poor Regina.)
So I read.
Dammit.
It was a wonderful recap, mind you. She loved the episode, like me. She found all the same things funny. She joked around the same way I did. She caught on that Nadia must occasionally think, God, why am I dating this goober? Especially when he's being lame.
(This led to me wailing to my mom about Neiss. I suggested Will. My mother agreed wholeheartedly. I love my mom.)
And now I'm here. LJing. I HAVE NINE HUNDRED AND SIXTY WORDS TO WRITE BY 11!
Zut.
Then I went to internet explorer, so I could get something from Questia. Because Questia is the EE god.
And I see I have two pieces of mail on yahoo.
"Dammit," I say, "It's probably junk mail, lemme just delete it and carry on."
But, alas. One was. The other was a letter from TWOP, saying Regina has gotten this week's recap up TWO DAYS EARLIER THAN USUAL. I think she had a mini lapse in judgment and was working on the old timetable that recaps had to be up by Sunday afternoon 'cause new episodes were on Sunday night (which is something I still expect, and I only did it for a year, so I can't imagine how it is for poor Regina.)
So I read.
Dammit.
It was a wonderful recap, mind you. She loved the episode, like me. She found all the same things funny. She joked around the same way I did. She caught on that Nadia must occasionally think, God, why am I dating this goober? Especially when he's being lame.
(This led to me wailing to my mom about Neiss. I suggested Will. My mother agreed wholeheartedly. I love my mom.)
And now I'm here. LJing. I HAVE NINE HUNDRED AND SIXTY WORDS TO WRITE BY 11!
Zut.
