Well, I'm at Mary's place (fellow SCAdian), dog-sitting her dog.

This dog is HUGE.

Honestly, when I hear her walking around upstairs, I think someone's in the house plotting to murder me.

Maybe two someone's.

Egads.

Nice dog, though.

I've been spending the night here, which is all good and well. Mary left food for me (and booze!)(and chocolate!)(and cookies!) so I'm content.

Mostly I just sit around all day, watch movies and read books.

Mary's place is more chaotic than my room; can you believe it?

Her whole house is like my room is.

Eight million unfinished projects.

Oh well.

It's comfortable.

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Rosie.

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