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Got so many things to say, no time to say them, and plus my ears are popping. So, realquick.

furies, I haven't had a block of time in front of the computer to write you, but you get my first free hour as soon as it rears its free little head. Because I miss you.

Of course, it's the Farscape con this weekend. I've got fialka and _maayan watching my flank, but I'm still intrigued for the upcoming invasion and a weekend at Burbank. I'll be at the Hilton for the duration, probably chainsmoking and hiding out in the suite, periodically checking in downstairs to see if suelac made cookies or cheesecakes for snacking purposes.

In yuletide news: When I saw who I'd been assigned, I actually laughed out loud. She's someone I know reasonably well, and I think I've got a handle on her style enough to gift her adequately. Plus, I'm looking forward to playing with this fandom and pairing, so, anyhow. A wee experiment.

If you picked me, hooray! Write whatever you like, take the opportunity to break new ground, make me something fun and cool and tangly and exciting and I will yuletide-treasure it forever.

I had all these other things to say, but my ears are popping and Carrie's trying to play Big and Aidan at the same time and ooh! Pete ran away, fuck, and it's just far too complicated over here to get involved with whatever it is I've already forgotten to remember.

Point being, this weekend's about Farscape, and later something something else, but anyway, not just yet.

I'm at work, see.