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Arrr... Mad James Bonney must die...
I have an excuse to be surfing LJ's. I'm home sick. Yeah, that's it. Sick! Okay, I did have the skull-splitting, did something to set my chip off headache-from-hell this morning, so I called in. And slept in. And now it's a vague twinge every time I turn my head the wrong way.

But I'm supposed to be working on CG! So far I've changed the tense in the Xander section (his running dream was in present tense in 'Dark Hours', and I think it works better here too), corrected a few bits in the Cordy and Wes parts, and am trying to make headway on the original, not-yet-written Wes section. Yup. Except when I break to surf LJ's or try to deny that I wanna go downstairs and forage for food.

So. Ahem.

Mad Mary Read

Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. Even through many pirates have a reputation for not being the brightest souls on earth, you defy the sterotypes. You've got taste and education. Arr!


I'll be shunned, dammit!

I want to sing and dance, I want to sing and dance, I want to be a pirate in the Pirates of Penzance. With my silver buckle shoes and my tight shiny pants, I want to sing and dance!
-Ray Stevens, The Pirate Song
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