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Taking five (or, hopefully, 30) while I finish my fruit cup. Why did all hell break loose TODAY? Why?

Feeling better than yesterday. For those of you who saw my post of freak the fuck out, there was an abrupt attack of vertigo and nausea that landed yesterday and didn't go away until I'd gotten to sit down for an hour, which didn't happen till the end of the day. And I needed to do my work, not fall down, not gouge myself on the box cutter, not hit myself on a sharp corner of the mail pallet or the table or what have you. It was more effort than it should have been.

Welcome, new people! I feel like I should put some sort of disclaimer on my userinfo or something. Hi. I post copious amounts of learning language stuff every day (okay, twice a day at most) and I write random fanfic as the mood strikes me. I don't mind if people friend me; most of my stuff is public anyway and 90% of the stuff that isn't, is friends-locked for writing/publication/copyright purposes only. I don't mind if people de-friend me, either. I've never been all that fussed about the friending/de-friending process. People come together, meet, have common interests, sometimes drift apart. It happens. Friend and de-friend away!

Ugh. I had more to say, but I need to get back to work and deal with this ... giant pile of crap I need to do.

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Cannot cope. Out of my mind. Back later.

[nano] Corsair

She was back in bed by dawn, but it was only half an hour later when the alarms woke her. Not her alarm for waking, either. Ship alarms. Harsh and blaring and sending wave after wave of adrenaline pulsing through her body.

"Unauthorized access," the computer shrieked. Of course it didn't shriek, it was a computer, the voice calm and even at all times, but it sounded panicked to her. "Unauthorized access. All security personnel report to the umbilicus hanger immediately. Unauthorized access."

"Shut up," Valerie muttered. "Shut up and give me a status report."

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