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At the Library [18 Nov 2005|10:12pm] [ mood | busy ] To-Do List: 1. Get Daddy to help me make crop circles in the back yard. I guess with all the snow they'd be snow circles, but as long as the aliens can see them, it's all good. 2. Make more pamphlets for Nostradamus. He likes it when I do that. 3. Buy more tabloids to cut out the pictures and put them on those pamphlets. I think Nostradamous needs more alien pictures this time. 4. Interview the undead guy with Viktor Krum's accent. At least I'm pretty sure he's undead. His smell and all. 5. Look up my horoscope on The Onion. 6. See if Andrew will start a Ravenloft campaign and let me play as a lich or something. 7. Find out what to feed the sock monster under the bed. Amadea said it was hungry, but not sure what else it'd want. I have to find out. 8. Pack more dust into Millie, even though she doesn't need it, 'cause she's ginormous for a dust ball. 9. Finish reading Channeling Dead Housepets for Fun and Profit. (Next on the reading list: The Sedona Guide to Interplanetary Communication, The Klingon Guide to Mercy, and The Ten Secrets of World Domination.) 10. Recreate the astronauts vs. cavemen battle via Legos. 11. Make some voodoo dolls. Give some away as Christmas presents? Tara looked over her list, furrowing her brow. There was something missing, she knew it. Though what...tapping her pencil against her notebook, Tara glanced around the library from her spot at an otherwise empty table on the first floor. She had insisted that Daddy let her visit to do her research, promising that she'd do her homework--- 12. Do homework when I get home, 'cause all the books here are in English and I need the Hypatian ones. Chewing on her pencil, she glanced at her large stack of tomes. Atlantis, crop circles, ley lines, zombies, aliens, ghosts, vampires and werewolves seemed to be a good start for her research. She had decided earlier in the week that she wanted to write her own tabloid. The week before that, she wanted to be a mad scientist, the week before that a zombie rights activist, and the week before that an End Times prophet. But she really felt she was on to something special with the new tabloid idea. After all, the truth needed to be told! (Open to anyone.) Comment.

[26 Sep 2005|07:50pm] ( Tara's quiz results ) Comment.

[19 Jul 2005|04:26am] [ mood | working ] This is once more an RPG journal, though not for Dawn. The below entries don't need to be disregarded, however. Continuity takes some strange twists... Comment.

[20 Apr 2005|07:51pm] [ mood | curious ] ( Whee, quizzes! ) Comment.

(Yeah, pretend Dawn hasn't been kidnapped, for quiz purposes.) [29 Mar 2005|08:37pm] [ mood | amused ] [ music | Fountains of Wayne-Red Dragon Tattoo ] Which Villain Character Are You? Sweet, I like that. If I'm going to be evil, why not be sexy about it? Comment.

Actual content soon, promise. [08 Mar 2005|05:41pm] [ mood | dorky ] [ music | Invader Zim theme song ] Take the quiz at dicepool.com You are the rare, the overlooked, yet incredibly useful dodecahedron: the d12. You are a creative, romantic soul. You often act without thinking, but make up for your lack of plans with plenty of heart. You easily solve problems that stump others, but your answers tend to put you into even deeper trouble. You write long, detailed backgrounds for all your characters, and are most likely to dress up as one or get involved in cos-play. You can be silly at times and are easily distracted by your own day dreams, but are at the end of the day you're someone who can be depended on. Take the quiz at dicepool.com There's two ways to end up with this result. Either you picked the silliest possible answer to each question, or you answered honestly, and happen to be hyperactive, manic, loon. Assuming you answered honestly, your profile is as follows: You are the 100-sided dice, also known as the legendary Zocchihedron. You are the bit of data that registers so far off the chart that the average person doesn't even know you exist. You are desperate for attention and will get it any way you can. Your jokes have the lowest laugh ratio, but you go for quantity, not quality. Once you get started on a pointless tangent, it takes a group effort to bring you back to reality and make you shut up. You are a distraction who is permanently distracted. You consider yourself silly and entertaining, but everyone else complains about how lame and annoying you are. The one secret they aren't telling you, is how they sometimes actually miss the noise when you're gone. I'll let you guess which is my true result... 2 did | Comment.

[25 Feb 2005|06:27pm] [ mood | amused ] You scored as Fall. You are FALL. You appreciate all that you have, and are willing to share with others. You are a friend in the truest sense of the word, and can easily focus your attention on those who need you, placing yourself on the back burner. You make sure your responsibilites are met before you allow yourself \\\\\\\'free time\\\\\\\'. Fall 75% Winter 70% Summer 70% Spring 65% What Season Are You? created with QuizFarm.com Who were you in a past life? by Kat007 Name: Birthdate: Favorite Color: Country: You were most probably: Ramses III If not then you were: Nefertiti Quiz created with MemeGen! 2 did | Comment.

State of Grace [23 Feb 2005|08:46pm] [ mood | rejuvenated ] [ music | Children of Dune OST-Inama Nushif (She Is Eternal) ] The universe is just there. The universe neither threatens nor promises. It holds things beyond our sway: the fall of a meteor, growing old and dying. These are the realities of this universe and they must be faced regardless of how you feel about them. You cannot fend off such realities with words. They will come at you in their own wordless way and then, then you will understand what is meant by "life and death." Understanding this, you will be filled with joy. -abridged from Children of Dune Truer words were never written. I never expected to be typing away on Atticus again, ready to post another blurb about my terminally weird life. After that last time, I knew it was coming, and coming fast. And that would be the story of me. Show the end credits, likely with a gag reel attached and a Ferris Bueller 'Are you still here? The movie's over, go home.' moment attached. I know, I shouldn't be joking about that but how can I not? After fading out knowing I would leave everything and everyone I ever loved behind to awakening, being again and next to Connor, no less. I think I finally know a little of what Buffy had been feeling when she returned from the dead...the second time. Everything was so sharp, intense...I felt on edge just breathing. It was all too much to deal with and if Connor hadn't been there I might have panicked...more than I did anyway. Gods, Connor. I hated doing that to him. Hatedhatedhatedhatedhated it. I don't know if just vanishing in front of him would have been worse than the letter but either way, I never wanted to leave him. I knew what would happen if I did and...yeah. I'm just glad December and Jade were around. They're both lifesavers, several times over. They're not the only ones either. Aidan, Tavi...it seems I owe a lot to many people, but I can live with that. Hell, I can live with anything now that I know I have a future. I guess this is where I differ from Buffy because I am glad to be back. I want everything existence has to offer, and if that means accepting pain and misery and frustration to balance out the joys I'll gladly put up with it. Perhaps this is just that state of grace speaking and in a month I'll be as whiny and 'waah, I hate my life' as the next person. But I don't think so. I know what I've been given and I don't intend to waste it. Comment.

[14 Feb 2005|01:15am] [ mood | melancholy ] [ music | Queen-Who Wants To Live Forever ] ( Private/Firewalled/Etc. ) Comment.

[23 Jan 2005|08:25pm] [ mood | awake ] [ music | Splashdown-Karma Slave ] ...what the hell was that? What did I just get myself into? I'm not sure if I'll have the answers to that for some time yet. At least I finally got to meet the 'ghost witch' that Pixel kept talking about. Sort of. She seemed either shy or too lazy to meet face to face, I'm not sure which. Maybe both, considering how I put the other two ghosts in the house on edge. Speaking of which, I finally won a round with Pixel. The look on her face when she slammed into the door was priceless, I'll have to tell Connor about it. Or better yet, show him. But yeah, back to what happened today. I'm not sure what I read, now that I'm conscious again. All I know is that I must have been reading for hours and the suddenly...blanked out. Whether I passed out then or faded I don't know. I can't remember what exactly I read/saw...yet. Meredith said it's usually too much information to handle all at once, so it might return in spurts. Perhaps dreams or something weirder. Great, like I need more weirdness. Still, I feel different. As though parts of my mind had reawakened after a long sleep. I don't know what that means but I assume sooner or later I'll find out. I just hope it's sooner since time seems to be slipping through my fingers... Comment.

I've got to stop using this icon... [09 Jan 2005|07:22pm] [ mood | pessimistic ] [ music | U2-Stuck In A Moment You Can't Get Out Of ] ( one of those 'visible to friends only' entries ) ( Just for Connor: because I promised you'd see this one day. ) 7 did | Comment.

Insert Witty Title Here [01 Jan 2005|07:40pm] [ mood | numb ] [ music | Pink Floyd- Comfortably Numb ] ( Firewalled ) Comment.

(consider this done before Dawn's crisis) [10 Dec 2004|11:28pm] [ mood | horny ] ( quiz stuff to rot your brain ) Take the quiz: "What Is Your Kink?" Nymphomania You think eating and sleeping are just things you do in between having sex! The problem with there only being 24 hours a day is that there just isn't enough time to cram in all the sex you crave. Your mating call is JUST DO ME! ...yeah, I'd say that's accurate. Connor likely would too...if he could catch his breath long enough to speak. 11 did | Comment.

It's as bad as you think and they're out to get you. [03 Dec 2004|03:27pm] [ mood | shocked ] [ music | Evanescence-My Immortal ] ( Firewalled against everyone. Yes, you. You in the chair. Go away and look up porn or whatever. I don't care. ) Comment.

And now for something completely different....oh wait, no it's not. [11 Nov 2004|08:26pm] Life has been...strange lately. Mostly good, but strange. Then again, when should I ever expect anything less? That research paper is done at last, no thanks to Atticus the possessed computer. And no I don't mean that literally though some days I wouldn't be surprised if it happened. This duplex does tend to be a weirdness magent and I'm just discovering how much. So much for our silent but watchful housemates, one of them finally showed himself when I was still spazzing over said research paper. Tavi's an adorable little boy -or would be without that attention-catching wound of his- and so shy I was surprised when he finally spoke to me. Still, he didn't seem to want for much other than some attention and if his companion is the same I doubt we'll have any problems from their end. Connor seems to be twitchy about it but in all fairness, they were here first. And besides, I doubt we'd get anything nicer for such a low rate in town. A ghost boy and guardian cat and a mysterious third...I think I can deal with that. That, and Connor's mother. So she heard the answering machine message...wow. I completely forgot about that, it's not as though we get many calls and my cell phone is usable again so there isn't much need for it. Still, I enjoy those 'what the hell?' messages and incredulous laughter. I'm impressed she took it so well, mine wouldn't have. Likely I'd be getting a 'honey, I think we need to talk' message or the like. As for sis, no comment from her on that but then she has my cell phone number so that was avoided. Probably for the best. And grandchildren, hm? If she calls and I'm the first to answer, I'll just have to tell her we're working on that. Of course I could just be saying this because Connor's probably reading...nah. I haven’t had the luck yet, but just wait… //firewall// I hope Tavi's alright. I haven't seen him since he faded, pointing at me so adamantly. I tried to explain to him what he saw, but I'm not sure he understood my explanation. Hopefully we'll be able to clear things up soon, through Pixel or some other means. Pixel. She's been -dare I say it?- stranger than usual. Well, strange for an undead guardian cat. She didn't seem to mind my presence before but now she avoids me like the plague. Not that she has any great love for Connor, who doesn't really care if the cat ignores him. I wonder if we did something to offend her, but unless she tells us I don't know how to fix that. And then there was that Vegas day-trip. Much as I didn't want to admit it to Connor, that encounter with the sidewalk guy shook me up a bit more than I wanted to admit. I don't know why...shouldn't I be used to that? It seems to happen every so often, when a crazy will accost me or some sensitive will start giving me odd looks...though rare enough so that I never seem to form any plan to deal with it. Perhaps I should look into a way to disguise that aura so it doesn't read 'HERE'S THE KEY.' Not that I've come across anything in my research time but might as well start being proactive about this. Well, time to be proactive about that and a few other things. Aside from my sex life, though Connor seems to take that well. There’s still the matter of a death threat to deal with, also. I can’t say I’m that fazed about it. After all, I’ve had people after me from day one, specifically a hellgod. Someone sending me notes doesn’t impress me much by comparison but still… I suppose it’s better to be cautious. I don’t have the backup I might otherwise and I don’t want to give Connor reason to worry. I did promise to be careful and I will…but that entails finding out what’s a real threat and what’s just the work of disgruntled locals. Then there’s the matter of that shared dream. What the hell? I think I have a good guess as to why that happened –the mingled blood- but having him witness all that was unsettling, to put it mildly. I’m used to my Key dreams (that’s all I’ve had since coming here) and I’ve told him what I was a while before this but even so…I wouldn’t have wished that upon anyone. Especially Connor. He’s Protective Man enough as it is, which is cute but I don’t what to give him further reason to twitch. Still, he seemed to take it in stride and tell me what I needed to hear most. Love the guy, completely. And repeatedly, another reason for this late journal entry. //end firewall// Comment.

... (the sequel) [29 Oct 2004|02:07am] [ mood | content ] [ music | Chingon-Malaguena Salerosa ] Last night was eventful, to say the least. As it turns out, we have a new housemate. Apparently the spell I did earlier awakened a sleeping (or somehow dormant) guardian of the place. I don't know this was due to the witches who lived here before or something else, but either way the undead cat's here and not leaving. She doesn't especially care for us especially Connor though he asked for it. C'mon trying to bathe a cat is asking for trouble. Even a dead one. though as long as we don't disturb her duty directly or indirectly it's more or less kosher. Connor calls her Church and I call her Pixel (Heinlein reference; what, don't people read anymore?), which she hates but since she refuses to divulge anything in the way of names, she'll just have to deal. I should really stop saying my life can't get any weirder, because it always seems set to prove me wrong. ...and then there was the other part of the night. The part that shoved the undead cat issue aside and everything else until sunrise and beyond. I'm proud to say I started it, but then I'd been wanting to for a while now. Tch, pesky injuries. Though I'm glad to say they're healed and done with...and so is my coherency for a while. I know there's more I need to sort out on here but...later. I'm happy in a mood beyond words and it can wait, as well as everything else for the next ever while. Better slip away and find a certain someone who needs to be spoiled ridiculously. //firewalled against everyone// ...wow... Okay, so I lied. I have some coherency left but it's reserved for ME. My virginity left the building/plane/whatever and I have to say, I'm not missing it. I think Connor's figured that out, given how I've nearly worn him out and he's the one with the superhuman stamina still quite the machine though. What can I say, it was a good night to be incarnate/alive and the start of a lot more like it. I suppose this means I can't make fun of Buffy anymore, considering I teased her about this and apparently I'm just as bad. Well, almost. I think I've earned bragging rights for not having this happen with a vampire who loses his soul afterward and goes off on a murder spree. No, I just chose his son and....you know what, let's not go there. Weird, I don't think I've ever been this content. And I don't just mean the recent marathon though that's...understandably helped. I never thought I'd be this way with anyone...this happy or things going at this pace. I'd always been reserved about that for so many reasons but there's not a thing I could or would change about this. Reserve has gone out the window, and replaced by...something I can't name, but know is just right. Yeah, there's that graduate-level vocabulary. But some things are just impossible to articulate, such as that. //end firewall// Comment.

So, all official-like: [25 Oct 2004|03:31am] [ mood | bouncy ] [ music | Counting Crows-Accidentally In Love ] It's strange, I'm still sore and yet I couldn't feel better. I suppose that doesn't make sense, but then it doesn't have to except to me. It's my journal, after all. At least misunderstandings have been cleared up, declarations of love made and several days spent cooped up and shamelessly enjoying that high. We both needed it and I don't mind being selfish when it comes to laying claim and making sure I'm not the only one spending sufficient time healing up. We'll need it...for more reasons than one. //firewalled against everyone// All the times I made fun of Buffy and her relationships are coming back to haunt me right now. Of course I still feel some of that's justified, but now I can't get her back with the 'I'm not dating, so I can make fun of everyone who is' line. It's not like I never dated, I have. Just nothing serious. Seeing the horrible angst Buffy went through with Angel for starters just made me want to avoid that entirely. What on earth could be worth that much pain? And of course now I'm in love with Angel's son. I'm sure some god out there is laughing at me, but I don't care. Connor's not Angel and this isn't some angst-o-rama. Or at least it wasn't after we cleared things up. ...gods, I can't believe the first time I said I loved him, it was during a medicated haze that I barely remember! That alone makes me want to bang my head against a wall or something but no need to repeat Connor's tactic of self-injury. Still, I doubt I'll ever get over that. Or seeing the look in his eyes when he mistook me. Well, I'll be all too eager to repeat what I said as many times as he needs it. Just as long as he doesn't go punching any more trees and not telling me his hand's injured. This has all happened so fast but I don't care. I've seen enough to know that time doesn't always matter when it comes to just knowing certain things. Such as how I feel when I'm around him, knowing that he just gets me on a level no one else does. Not even Buffy. Was it love at first sight? I don't think it happened that fast, but even so it seemed there wasn't any barrier between us to breach like there is with almost everyone else I meet. It's a relief for those instincts to be right and know that for whatever reason karma's been nice to me lately, bestowing a boyfriend who I don't have to edit anything from and is a complete sweetheart even if I'm the only one who sees that. I don't mind, it's nice to see a side of him no one else does. Yeah, so he's very protective but I think that's adorable. Even if it means more badass points down the drain. Now that I think on it, maybe my fourteen year old self is laughing at me too. Here I blush to think about the entries I made back then and I'm gushing worse than I ever did back in my worst spaz days. At least Connor's not here at the moment to ask what I'm blushing over, must've gone out to take care of that hand or at least I hope so. I might go out myself but doubt that will be for long. I've become far too addicted to my human pillow though I certainly won't complain. Too bad I'm still a bit too sore for more than that, though hopefully it won't be that long. I wonder if I should tell him that....we'll get to that later. In the meantime, there's frustration but oh well, I'll deal with it. I know from experience life can be a lot worse and I'm going to enjoy every second I can now. //end firewall// Hm, time to do something about that stir-crazy feeling. Off for a walk, I need to get some fresh air and stretch these legs a bit, give the house ghosts some time to themselves and such. And after I get back, there are a few things I need to take care of... Comment.

Once More With Zombies [18 Oct 2004|01:05am] [ mood | groggy ] [ music | The Bloodhound Gang-Fire Water Burn ] Whee, more stitches. And meds, though they make it all more bearable even if what I told Connor earlier was true: it does feel like I did mushrooms and got eaten by a bear. Another plus: no more nightmares, though I still think the meds were responsible for that one dream...you don't know the meaning of frightening until you've been in a town with a demon-inspired musical plague, then revisit that in a dream only with zombies in the cast. Yeah. I just had to pass the image on in hopes that it'll scar other people and leave me alone. But enough of that. Considering how much worse things could have been with those injuries and in general that night, I'm just grateful things turned out as well as they did. Granted, I know folks didn't want away from that unscathed. Connor despite trying to shove away concern was injured, and from him I heard about Rhiannon as well. Oz and Illyria are fine thankfully though past that I'm not too sure about anyone else. Once I'm more coherent, I'll call around and ask how folks are doing. I'd head out and just ask in person, though I'm not quite up to that yet. Still, if people stop this way I'll be happy to see any and all of them. In the meantime, I'll just be that demon and those possessing spirits are gone, the cleansing spell went off successfully and hopefully that reduce tension in the town enough for the locals to stop looking as though they'd like to lynch us. I'd settle for being ignored, thanks. And that's it, I'm going back to bed. //firewalled from everyone// Connor was such a sweetheart. I know, more badass points down the drain but it's so true. He stuck with me all the time we were in the hospital, even to the point of arguing with the hospital staff about it and stayed up almost all night just to be sure I wouldn't roll onto my slashed-up side. Considering he was injured and needed rest just as much, I'm not too happy about it. But it's still touching in a way that I'd be gushing like a fourteen year old if I weren't so groggy at the moment. At least thanks to me, he's staying inside for the time being and not out straining himself further. That's a relief, especially since I don't know what I'd do if...yeah, I don't want to even think about that. I barely could when Connor mentioned something about me being Illyria's guide if something happened to him. I'm all for gallows humor normally but...not when it's about him. It's weird to think about how little time I've actually been here and how much he's a part of my life now but I wouldn't have it any other way. I just wish I wasn't such a coward when it comes to letting him know that. //end firewall// Comment.

... [12 Oct 2004|09:56pm] [ mood | giddy ] [ music | Bif Naked-Lucky ] Wonderful title, isn't it? Though I'm not sure I have one that could do yesterday justice. It's strange how the day ended so completely different from what I was expecting. Actually, I wasn't holding any expectations on it, since I'd forgotten about my birthday entirely. It's just...weird to celebrate it, knowing what I do about myself. //firewall, except to people who already know//And that if you get technical, it's really only my eighth. Yeah, I've been incarnate and all human-like for eight years. Of course, it still doesn't seem that way to me so it makes my head spin.//end firewall// It took Connor of all people to remind me of it, which shocked me all to hell since I didn't know he'd even bothered to find out. Not that I'm complaining...hardly, since he was such a sweetheart. Of course I loved both those presents, though honestly the best part was just spending the day with him. I appreciated that anyway, though even more so since I know that couldn't have been easy for him on foot. Oh sure, he'll brush it off but I know better. And yes, I also know those comments likely cost him severe amounts of badass points, but it probably won't be the only time. Live with it. So if I seem unusually hyper for a while, that's part of why. That snogging on the bench in Vegas being responsible for the rest. We probably drove away everyone else from that area, but do I care? No. Busy with the sweetest guy in the universe. Not to mention dead sexy. So go away. That, and due to things that didn't get said due to lack of oxygen but no time like the present to fix that. I'm laying claim, deal with it. Like I didn't make that obvious the night before, but....well, yeah. Just did again. ...no, this so isn't how I was expecting things to be when I first arrived here. I figured I'd have housing in Las Vegas, make day trips here to do thesis-stuff and be a T.A. I knew Connor was here but other than knowing -of- him that was pretty much it. It's weird to think about how much expectation and reality didn't measure up to each other. But a good weird. I wouldn't have it any other way. Now excuse me, I need to find out where that human pillow went. //firewalled from everyone// I love my sister more than anything, but I hope to the PTB that her relationship issues don't pass on to me. Maybe that's why I've shied away from all that until now. Well, for the most part. Dates here and there that don't count as real relationships. But I had my studies, no time for a social life and besides....I saw what happened to Buffy at the end of each of hers. No thanks, I'll pass. But...something about Connor makes me want to risk it anyway. Besides, who can pass up an adorable smile like that? //end firewall// Comment.

Well, that was fun... [10 Oct 2004|01:34am] [ mood | contemplative ] [ music | The Dandy Warhols-Bohemian Like You ] So much for trying to rid ourselves of the current threat, though it was a gallant effort. We had quite a large crew for it too, though not as many as expected I was told. Either way, the night proved to be a bust. While I was thrilled to be of help with the banishing, it turned out to be the wrong guy. Of course. I don't like to think about what happened next...poor William, he took it the hardest of anyone there from my knowledge. We stayed at the hospital until we were certain he'd make it, though the poor guy had taken quite a beating regardless. Compared to him and some others, I feel lucky I just have a bruised arm. Rough landing. Connor didn't make it unscathed, though at least he didn't try to deny it. Poor guy, and he was still healing too. I hope he'll at least take it easy for a couple of days, after a catastrophe like that I bet everyone could use the downtime. If we're lucky enough to have any. //firewalled from everyone// Though it wasn't all bad...finally returning with Connor to OUR place was a nice feeling. Yeah, it needed and still needs fixing up but right then, I didn't care. It was enough that we'd both made it through the night and I got that little smile out of him again. That made the kiss worthwhile, otherwise I might have blushed myself to death. Sleeping on the couch -in his lap, no less- was peaceful. I needed that peace for once, lately I've had my sleep interrupted by nightmares....no, flashbacks but when you think about it same thing. After a rough night, I didn't want to return to that but Connor's presence helped. I don't know if it was completely him -I WAS exhausted- but I know he had something to do with it. //end firewall// The new place is working out just fine so far...granted, we haven't sorted things out much yet and my stuff still remains in piles all over but soon it'll all be straightened out. Including bedroom assignments. Though considering we have enough space...I'm thinking having someone else to share the rent if need be would be a great help. I don't know too many folks in town yet though, at least enough to tell if they'd be liveable or not. There's Oz, but I haven't seen him since the diner incident and by now he probably has his own place. Which is all well and good, but I'd like to see him again. William too, just to see for myself how he's doing. And Gwen sometime. Man, she was a riot. Strange person but in this town who isn't? Not to mention it's nice to have someone around that also shares a fetish for bad movies. //firewall//...and she's the only one I've really talked to about Connor. Why, I don't know but it's not like there's been chance or inclination to share that with anyone else so far. How can I bring up something like that among people I barely know and in the middle of discussions involving fighting evil? I just can't. But it's nice to know that someone knows...gah, I really have to stop gushing like I'm still fourteen.//end firewall// Enough blabber, I have a duplex to set in order...or maybe later, starting to feel tired again. Eh, productivity can wait. Comment.

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