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We had Chicago deep-dish pizza for dinner. By which I mean I couldn't find the other deep-dish pan, so I made one deep-dish and one thin-crust with deep-dish dough, and because thin-crust pizzas bake much faster than deep-dish, Mom and my sisters and I ate the thin-crust while the deep-dish baked, so the only person who hadn't eaten plenty by the time Dad got home and the deep-dish came out was Dad. So the only person who actually had deep-dish was Dad, who has staked a claim on the rest of the deep-dish to take to work for lunches. Argh.

What song's playing over the end of Bones? I like it.

( masquerading as a man with a reason, my charade is the event of the season )

OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE INTERNET. WORK WITH ME HERE. I hate dial-up. Both computers are acting up, which is a first; the library one is almost always reliable. Okay, it's not the phone line itself, I just called my cell and it rang. So why isn't the dial-up working?

Oh well. I suppose poking at my remix actually is a better use of my time than waiting impatiently for other people's reaction posts and coda fics.

Oh there we go.