Toil and Trouble

...for leaving your taste in music in my head after Columbia. You never could pick up after yourself. *grins*

You are doing me good. I don't care what anyone else says about it, you _are_. You looked after me when I was vomiting my guts up every five minutes, you got me to eat, and you gave me the breathing space I needed to deal with the whole addiction side of things later, when my system was done with withdrawing. And since I can't hide anything from you, you know when I'm feeling shitty, or when I'm wanting a fix badly enough, and come and distract me. I wouldn't be getting through this without you, love.

And anyone with a problem with it can go fuck themselves sideways.

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If you're still interested, I think I owe you a cigarette break or seventy.

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It's smoking, of course I am. *grins* I've been going through mine like no-one's business the last couple of weeks - it's that or biting my nails down to nothing, and I don't have a healing factor.

Beisdes, I missed you. Got too caught up in my own shite to be of much use to you, but I did miss you.

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Please tell me that's just a figure of speech and not, say, proof that I need to clarify that I am not in fact raising an army of minions and stealing their souls for fun.

No, really. True story.

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I was never too good at that mindless obediance thing, even with Rack. So you'll have to go elsewhere for the recruitment drive. *grins*

Besides, someone else has prior claim on the soul.

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Yeah, it shocked the hell out of me when I discovered I had acquired a minion that wasn't my pretty half. Already knew I had him.

Heh. What do I need with somebody else's soul anyway? I don't know what to do with the one I've got, let alone anybody else's.

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You have another minion? Who's that?

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I -had- another minion. I found out about it when glitterbug was kind enough to inform me that she was no longer my minion.

Why didn't anybody tell me I had minions?

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Can't say I knew myself. Clarice? When were you Sarah's minion?

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Thank you.

I -had- been wondering what that Amanda-shaped lump on your bed was this weekend. It looked like you, but did not react when Frank took a nap on its rear.

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Inside people's dreams? Eep. We're -roommates-. This... maybe we should both talk to Dr. Strange? My dreams are particularly odd...

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I wondered what that weight was. Frank's noticing the change in weather, I think - he keeps taking naps on people.

Re the dream thing. Good idea - especially if it's one of your pre-cog ones. Tho' can't help thinking another perspective might help work out what's going on? Except maybe with the mayonnaise jars and Jamers...

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Maybe Frank needs another sun lamp? I mean, one not named Blaire?

Nathan thought the same thing - that someone else seeing my dreams would help. (and to that end, my notebook is on my desk, unless Doug has it. He has been doing some translations for me) - I just do not want you to get stuck. Some of those dreams are... bizarre at best.

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I think he does. But since I'm grounded, I'll have to ask someone to go to the pet shop for me. :P Manny would go if I asked, but he needs transport. *makes pleading looks in you and Doug's direction* Could you two go for me? Frank would appreciate it, and it'd mean not finding him in your bed any more...

I hear you on the getting stuck. Strange is teaching me escape routes, which helps. But I'll mention it to him and we'll probably both end up seeing him when he comes next - either next session for me, or one of his visits to check on Illyana's magical levels.

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I think Doug or I or both of us can go. Besides, I should get more mouse treats. Someone is -still- overfeeding them. Someone named Blaire, but possibly smaller and more green than Frank's sunlamp.

It is not Frank stealing my bed that I mind. It is Frank stealing my bed when I am -in- it. He has iguana breath.

I think that is probably a good idea. The last thing either of us needs is you being stuck inside my head. You would learn -far- too many things about Doug that no one besides me needs to know, besides.

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Maybe we should set up a little jogging track for them? *grins* Works for the fitness freaks here. But yeah, I think you might be right about the small green one and the treats.

And being in the bed when Frank steals it is the whole point. Lots of lovely body heat. Tho' I've found him in the bottom of my bed with my feet on occasion. Scared the shite out of me the first time. And lots of thanks for the shopping in my stead. Ironic, ain't it? I don't go off campus that much when I can, but when I can't, I keep wanting to. :P Only a couple of weeks to go, tho'. Party anyone? I'll be climbing the walls by then.

And now I have to go scrub my brain out with soap. There are some images of your friends that you really don't want.

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They have a wheel. They are just the laziest mice in existance. Maybe I can get Paige to give them a talking to.

I think definitly a party is in order. At the -very- least, clubbing or an extended day out doing something.

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*snickers* If anyone can talk your mice into exercising more, it'd be Paige.

And a whole day out would be BRILLIANT. I'd even do the rollercoaster thing if it meant a day away from the school. ;)

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The rollercoaster place is open until late October, I am told. If they do a Halloween event, you could make fun of the witches. :)

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I always make fun of the witches. You haven't seen me when that "Charmed" bollocks is on. At least "Buffy" gets some of it right...

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Do not speak to me of the American television shows. Too many of them are scary and horrible.

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