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"And Eris saw everything that She had made, and behold, it was very silly. And there was evening and there was morning, a sixth day. After which Eris said, 'Screw this, I'm going to Tahiti.' "

You know, sometimes, I do wonder...

Wow. Haven't been here for a while, actually updating my own journal instead of one of the communities that I belong to. What's happened recently that's of merit?

First off, I'm past midterms, which is a great relief. However, it also means that I'm that much closer to my finals, which I don't relish taking. Oh well. Getting up at the crack of dawn is proving a bit easier, especially now that spring is coming and it's getting lighter outside. I get to watch the sun rise over Portland, which really is something to see, particularly when you're on the bridge and going over the river.

I've got the pictures from

wyrmul and my Victorian tea-time adventure from my birthday, and will hopefully eventually scan them. Maybe even this week. Speaking of

wyrmul, although it's a bit late, I have to mention what he did for me on Valentine's Day. We were driving back to the house, and he mentioned that he'd have to retrieve his gift for me from the freezer. At first, that didn't phase me, as I was only thinking of edible things that one keeps in the freezer, such as ice cream. But then I said aloud, "Wait--there are other things that you keep in the freezer, too. Like animal hides that haven't been tanned yet..." He merely smiled at me and said that I was close. When we got in the house, he went into the freezer and pulled out a heart-shaped box of medium size. Within it, he said, were "the heads and hearts of [his] prey--four of each, one head and one heart for each year that we've been together." I opened it and found four chocolate bunny heads and four cherry cordials. Gods, but we havean odd relationship. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

In sadder news, we lost his family's rat terrier, Newton, this weekend. Newton lost 20% of his body weight in two days, and eventually was vomiting frequently, and couldn't eat, drink, or move. Cherie, Tyson's mom, brought him to the vet and had him put down on Monday. She found out that he'd become diabetic, and that if she'd decided to keep him alive, he couldn't have gone outside any more, and would have had to take quite a few meds. I'm not sure how old he was, but I'm guessing between 8 and 10 years old. We buried him in the middle of the woods on the Farm, and Tyson said a very simple, but very touching, eulogy:

"We bury him in the heart of our land. So long as we are a part of our land, so he is a part of us."

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(whimpers)