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bleah. sick. something the munckins brought home, we think, but everyone's sick except them. why?! at least sis started on days today. they are at daycare, and she will be home to feed them and play with them and put them to bed and... all nephews thingies! (waves hand in air)

on the other hand, having read mention of listening to music while writing, decided to go make myself a soundtrack for the Mars poems i keep trying to do... :)

this might be working! or it might be the fever talking... but look! a sequence of events! somewhat.

( poem story in rough chronological order )

i like it. still could be the fever talking, but i like!

could also be the fever saying there's subtext in Parasite Eve and a point of view series shifting between Aya and Eve/Melissa would be neat...

hey, if it is the fever talking, i like the way it thinks, too! ;)