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[liptonrm_backup]

Mother drama, class, and fibro aggravation co-opted yesterday. And nearly did today in, as well. But if I can sit here and work on new crazeh project then I can write a couple lines.

The back of Ellen’s neck itched and her hand jittered nervously whenever she wasn’t wiping down the counter or pouring a drink. Something was pricking at her instincts, keeping her on alert for whatever was just about to come screaming down the pipe.

It was driving her fucking nuts.

There's still a couple more hours left in today. Maybe I can write a little bit more while the laundry dries.

ETA: So, the Philosopher and the Wrestler are exchanging wedding bands. And apparently the Philosopher has decided to give my brother a ring that has an elvish love poem inscribed around the outside of the band.

If he starts talking in the Black Speech and trying to take over the world I'll let ya'll know before the Nazgul start divebombing world population centers. 'Cause that's what friends are for. ;-)

Comments

[hiyacynth.livejournal.com]

OMG SHE'S ONE OF US!!!!

[liptonrm.livejournal.com]

I know. I'm too excited for words. I can't wait for Thanksgiving when she'll be staying at my apartment and I get the chance to see just how far the fangirl depths go.

*evil laughter of glee*

[shanghai-jim.livejournal.com]

It could just be one of the Nine rings. You know, to give him the sense of power and might that will ultimately transform him into her servant. ;)

[liptonrm.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't put it past her. Which is why she is worthy to marry my brother. ;-)