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[stoopbeck]

Steven King always reads better with a fever, I've found. Normally I can read books and still be seperated from them, but hike my core temperature a few degrees and bam! it's like I'm there. There, in this case, unfortunately is Dreamcatcher, and it does for stomach ailments what The Stand did for the common cold. It's eerily like his other book, From a Buick 8, except on a grand scale-- take that scene with teh dog and multiply it by about a billion.

Plus, you know, the fever. It makes everything more interesting. Hee.

Woo for the 4th, by the way! We just set off an astounding amount of fireworks in our front yard. I still smell of smoke and gunpowder, the best smells in the world. And Mom got me some non-Splenda'd desserts, so for now God's in his heaven and all's right with the world.

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[ewanspotter.livejournal.com]

Crap weasels!

[stoopbeck.livejournal.com]

Hehe! Totally! And eww.

I tell you what. I will never look at mold the same way again. Or red Kool-Aide. And if I see any crap weasels, I'm heading for the hills. The snowy, snowy hills.

[ewanspotter.livejournal.com]

Next time I see mold on some food I'll be all, "BYRUS! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I just read this book a few weeks ago, hence its freshness in my mind.

[stoopbeck.livejournal.com]

Omigod, I know what you mean. I was helping Mom put up cookie trays last night, and all in the corner of one was this reddish-gold mold-looking stuff, and I pointed at it, my finger shaking, and asked her in what I thought was a reasonable voice, "What.... is that?!"

Apparently it was nothing. Well, there was an explanation for it, but it wasn't byrus. She says. I'm not gonna be eating any cookies any time soon, though. *shudder*