Rose and Roxy connect via a shared literary interest. (1,150 words)
( Ring the Changes )
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This was really more of a one hour fic than a 15-minute fic, but what the hell, it's a story and I finished it. I declare victory!
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Other random stuff that I don't feel like making a full post about:
1. I still hate summer. Die, heat, die!
2. Monday was semi-annual inventory day at the smoke shop. I counted half the books on Sunday night (because PM was all, "You will have time! Get started early!" and therefore I think I had only ten minutes to relax that whole evening), counted the other half Monday morning, and then counted pretty much everything salable in the cellar. Bleh. Everybody but PB was also counting various things, and as always, we all ended up stressed out and suffering from porridge-brain. Double bleh. And after that, we had to put up the weekly magazine shipment and pull down all the called-in magazines. Triple bleh.
3. Ithaca's annual fireworks display was tonight! I think it was at Stewart Park, which meant I could sort of halfway see it out my kitchen window. Since it started at 9:50pm and I was in a nightshirt because of taking a long nap directly upon getting home from work, I didn't bother getting dressed and trying to find a better vantage point. As long as I can see some sparkle and feel the boom (literally, in this case, for the particularly big explosions), it's all good.
( Ring the Changes )
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This was really more of a one hour fic than a 15-minute fic, but what the hell, it's a story and I finished it. I declare victory!
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Other random stuff that I don't feel like making a full post about:
1. I still hate summer. Die, heat, die!
2. Monday was semi-annual inventory day at the smoke shop. I counted half the books on Sunday night (because PM was all, "You will have time! Get started early!" and therefore I think I had only ten minutes to relax that whole evening), counted the other half Monday morning, and then counted pretty much everything salable in the cellar. Bleh. Everybody but PB was also counting various things, and as always, we all ended up stressed out and suffering from porridge-brain. Double bleh. And after that, we had to put up the weekly magazine shipment and pull down all the called-in magazines. Triple bleh.
3. Ithaca's annual fireworks display was tonight! I think it was at Stewart Park, which meant I could sort of halfway see it out my kitchen window. Since it started at 9:50pm and I was in a nightshirt because of taking a long nap directly upon getting home from work, I didn't bother getting dressed and trying to find a better vantage point. As long as I can see some sparkle and feel the boom (literally, in this case, for the particularly big explosions), it's all good.