July 10th, 2005
July 7th, 2005
June 16th, 2005
Happy birthday, Duo! I wish I could tell you what your birthday present is, but it'll have to wait until I get there and sign the contract. I'll see you on Friday!
May 22nd, 2005
[screened from Relena and Zechs]
Zechs just told me about Peygan. I knew he was thinking about something, because he's been thoughtful for a couple of days. He's been worried, too, I think. So, he told me several days after the fact. I understand why, because I'm already doing what he expected. I'm up and moving (slowly) and packing to go and be with Relena. She's important to me, and I really think I should be there with she and Tomas. I have even promised Zechs that I'll take things easy and go slowly. The staples still hurt like a stone bitch, but Iria said they'll take them out when they're good and ready, not one instant sooner. She gave me the 'And I Mean Business' look, so she's not kidding. And I *am* going to take it easy. The last things on my mind are jeopardizing the repair work they've done, and making Relena worry about *two* people.
I've called Tristan to let him know where I'll be, and he'll be home next week. I'm going to get Zechs to take me to the shuttleport so I can go check on Peygan, Relena and Tomas.
May 6th, 2005
[Filtered for Zechs]
Hey. I'll be there after Tristan leaves. Iria is sending the paperwork to your apartment, so don't be alarmed if a package arrives from her. It's all of my records, her assessment, and my labs.
Think you can pick me up at eight?
Tristan is leaving tomorrow morning for a research project in Africa. One huge problem with living with Tristan is that he's just too damned smart. He's been asked to come to a village in Zaire to look at some kind of primitive communications system. Tristan's so thrilled right now he's about to implode. I'm seriously considering sending him a day early before he adds any more books to his luggage. I love him madly, but he's currently driving me mad.
All right... a benefit of living with Tristan is that he knows one hundred and ninety-eight ways to say "I love you".
April 25th, 2005
Guess who's sleeping on the couch for coding our apartment's wireless network and all three computers to respond only to Swahili? Hint: It's the same person who *forgot* the cryptological alogrithm he used *and* forgot which language he coded it in. Also, it'll be the same person who has far too much pride to give in and call Duo or Hilde to see if they could help him out. He's also the same person who's been sleeping on the couch for two weeks, especially after I lost my last three bids for restorations because they were all locked inside my computer and had been translated to Swahili.
PS - He has a British accent and red hair. I think you all can guess.
Happy Birthday, Wufei!
*whistles happily to call her 'gift' to see if he's been sent yet*
April 6th, 2005
April 3rd, 2005
I am really, really, really sorry about the prank. Um... I'm not really banned from your office now, am I? I still need that referral for the middle of April. You *are* just joking, right? You're not really *that* angry, are you? You *have* to admit that it was an excellent prank...