It's not a yo what, it's just a yo.

Am currently halfway-ish through Reaper Man. Quite fun, so far, and I think I can forgive the Auditors very VERY slightly since it's because of them the Death of Rats is around. And it's probably a good thing I didn't hit the bit aobut the squash court at school.
Anyway. There's dishwasher stuff and the English Paper of DOOM yet to deal with (at least the paper's mostly sorted out), and I think I want a snacky thing.
For the record - it's cold out. Very. Like, there were flurries this afternoon sort of cold.
(ETA several hours later: Paper is done, Reaper Man is nearly so, I saw someone *using a car wash* earlier, and this was a headline on yahoo.com when I wandered through just now:
Gephardt, Kerry spar with Dean in debate
You can guess what my first thought was. XD)

hey Celestina?

I'm starting to get the impression that your email program hates mine. Did you get either of the last two things I sent you (one of them was yesterday, and I think the other was a couple days before that)?
'Cause if it's not getting through there I think I'll be trying it from my other email in the future.
On a somewhat related note, I think in the process of figuring out how to email Mom's school stuff to her school computer from here, I figured out how to get some stuff on the Pit of Voles if I so desire. May or may not try that over break.
Finally, this icon's going to schiarire as of Friday. I've got a Christmasy thing planned, and she expressed interest, so.