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So it turns out that this is the hotel with the severe lack of internet. And by internet, I mean internet as an amenity, not internet you have to pay for. Might have some tomorrow, depending, but this post is brought to you courtesy of Daddy's computer. :(


Just my luck I miss a post about Santa Claus and the existance thereof.

While offline, I watched some guy break the world record for most pancakes cooked in an hour (thank you Food Network); resisted Charlie Basin, a good-natured-but-fatalistic photo-journalist with the power of MEKARA BI~MU which instead of wreaking laser-havoc goodness wreaks gender-switch-havoc goodness (and he's pb'd by Yzak Joule); and tried to not write Nicky porn. She ambushed me with an idea for porn. I don't write porn. Luckily, it didn't even get to the fade-to-black because the guy she wanted it with doesn't even technically exist yet, so I don't know his personality details. That means I WIN AND SHE LOSES. I reread Wild Adapter instead. ^___^