Quoth the raven:

It's midnight, and what I've discovered is depressing. Handheld Med is just about the only company with a copy-protection scheme that could be worked with. And they have 5mCC and a few others that'd be helpful, but not Harriet Lane, more's the pity. Will e-mail classmates and see what they think. Tomorrow. Tonight am going to bed, secure in the knowledge that my throat will hurt in the morning and get promptly better. And Angel brought me a set of encyclopaedias from work! Yay for 1970's encyclopaedias! They will help to make this house a home. That and a kitten. I want a kitten. Preferably a dwarf kitten that will never grow longer than six inches, and will be adorable forever. There is a snowdrift of dead ants along the kitchen wall. Yay for effective anticides. Yay even more for Angel, who is cleaning them up with a broom. Perhaps we will triumph over the little devils. Have spent evening tormenting R, all stemming from the not-so-innocent conversation on a semi-private channel. I didn't start it, but I did feel compelled to add in that I happen to like giving blowjobs, particularly on the steps of crypts. Apparently this renders certain people (to quote): intrigued, aroused, and disturbed by that all at once.... I am pleased with my work, and will no doubt be savagely abused for divulging far more information about my sexual practises than certain people ever really wanted to hear - but are nonetheless more than a little intrigued by. Apparently, I'm one of the few women I know who actually enjoys giving blowjobs. Speaking of TMI, perhaps I should filter my friends list down to the people who aren't going to fall over in apoplectic shock if I run my metaphorical mouth. Hence, a Paid-Users-Option poll: Angel's teeth are brushed, think it's time to follow him.