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So today I was working with my writing partner and because it was so nice and warm she had the door to her terrace thingie open. I look up and flying into the room is the biggest bee I have ever seen in my life. At first I couldn't even identify it as a bee. I thought it was a flying Volkswagon in a yellow angora sweater.

Are they maybe doing atomic tests in Manhattan? Because this bee just could not possibly be natural. We shut the terrace door after that.

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Just wrote a big rambling thing on Christian/Pagan historical parallels in Harry Potter in metapotter instead of doing, well, any of the things I had to do today. Mostly I think I was inspired by discovering that Draco, the creator of the first written law in Athens and inspiration for the word "draconian," was smothered to death by coats and hats. Typical.

Also argued more about possible reasons women like to read and write slash which I've been trying to post to a mb that keeps locking me out. Again, typical. Arrrgh. Just tried it again and it's still not letting me post. Therefore I can not be held responsible for not doing any vacuuming.