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thebitterguyOkay, so Snra Bitter & I are in bed at six yesterday, doing what we do best, which is sleep the sleep of the just.
When out in the hall there arose such a clatter I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. No, literally. Sprang. Within 80 picoseconds of the sound, I was standing afore the marriage bed in the Iron Horse stance.
I am a master of Groggy Style kung fu. While snapping from unconsciousness to conscious, I possess the capacity to turn a full grown man into a quivering pile of pudding.
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eyebeams and mr_weasel can attest to this. Truly. They tried to wake me up in Indy. Baaaad idea.
Khem Kat awoke too, attempting to find her way from the window sill to the floor while ignoring anything inbetween (curtain included). All I saw was a black shape snap into the air, four legs and a tail attempting to travel in different directions.
Snra. Bitter had sat up in bed with a look of mild concern on her face.
When we finally entered the hall to discover the source of the racket, all was relaxed as it turned out to be Ra Kitten knocking a selection of books (Playah's Guide to the Garou and Forbidden Kingdoms) off the bannister upstairs.
So we went back to bed, where we snuggled for a while until the CBC came on.
Things seem to have settled slightly at Snra. Bitter's Collegiate Academy. Il Duce has made it clear someone must go, and someone must teach grade 2. One of the junior instructors has taken it upon herself to be declared redundant, and the school nun will be doing grade 2. Huzzah for the brides of Christ!
I'm adoring the ongoing flamewar between Jews and Jews for Jesus in the Star. First rate!
When out in the hall there arose such a clatter I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. No, literally. Sprang. Within 80 picoseconds of the sound, I was standing afore the marriage bed in the Iron Horse stance.
I am a master of Groggy Style kung fu. While snapping from unconsciousness to conscious, I possess the capacity to turn a full grown man into a quivering pile of pudding.
eyebeams and mr_weasel can attest to this. Truly. They tried to wake me up in Indy. Baaaad idea. Khem Kat awoke too, attempting to find her way from the window sill to the floor while ignoring anything inbetween (curtain included). All I saw was a black shape snap into the air, four legs and a tail attempting to travel in different directions.
Snra. Bitter had sat up in bed with a look of mild concern on her face.
When we finally entered the hall to discover the source of the racket, all was relaxed as it turned out to be Ra Kitten knocking a selection of books (Playah's Guide to the Garou and Forbidden Kingdoms) off the bannister upstairs.
So we went back to bed, where we snuggled for a while until the CBC came on.
Things seem to have settled slightly at Snra. Bitter's Collegiate Academy. Il Duce has made it clear someone must go, and someone must teach grade 2. One of the junior instructors has taken it upon herself to be declared redundant, and the school nun will be doing grade 2. Huzzah for the brides of Christ!
I'm adoring the ongoing flamewar between Jews and Jews for Jesus in the Star. First rate!
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Date: 2003-09-04 07:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-05 08:33 am (UTC)The fact that some time ago a neighbor house was broken into at 2am and we had police occifers roaming the complex for an hour later is not helping either.