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The good thing about virtuously ignoring lunch and working straight through till one-thirty in order to take advantage of available meeting rooms is that when one does have lunch, there's that much less of the day after that to have to get through.
9.5K/25K.
Since getting a rather nice marmalade-scented soap from Lush, my entire bathroom now smells of marmalade. Fortunately it's quite a nice acid marmalade, with more than a hint of lemon and lime to it, so I'm okay with it so far. If I grow bored with marmalade, there are always other soaps.
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Now followed the section which horrified me more than anything else. My friend must have been preparing the telegram by writing it on the page while outside unspeakable shamblers made their way towards him -- as became hideously evident as the writing progressed.
"To Richard Dexter. Come at once to Kingsport. You are needed urgently by me here for protection from agencies which may kill me -- or worse -- if you do not come immediately. Will explain as soon as you reach me . . . But what is this thing that flops unspeakably down the passage towards this room? It cannot be that abomination which I met in the nitrous vaults below Asquith Place . . . IA! YOG-SOTHOTH! CTHULHU FHTAGN!"
-- very early work in imitation of Lovecraft by Ramsey Campbell at the age of 15, proving that none of us should be judged by our early fanfic
9.5K/25K.
Since getting a rather nice marmalade-scented soap from Lush, my entire bathroom now smells of marmalade. Fortunately it's quite a nice acid marmalade, with more than a hint of lemon and lime to it, so I'm okay with it so far. If I grow bored with marmalade, there are always other soaps.
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Now followed the section which horrified me more than anything else. My friend must have been preparing the telegram by writing it on the page while outside unspeakable shamblers made their way towards him -- as became hideously evident as the writing progressed.
"To Richard Dexter. Come at once to Kingsport. You are needed urgently by me here for protection from agencies which may kill me -- or worse -- if you do not come immediately. Will explain as soon as you reach me . . . But what is this thing that flops unspeakably down the passage towards this room? It cannot be that abomination which I met in the nitrous vaults below Asquith Place . . . IA! YOG-SOTHOTH! CTHULHU FHTAGN!"
-- very early work in imitation of Lovecraft by Ramsey Campbell at the age of 15, proving that none of us should be judged by our early fanfic
