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I am always irrationally angry at restaurants that stop serving food in the middle of the day. I DID NOT WALK AROUND FOR THREE HOURS AFTER I FOUND OUT MY FAVORITE FAR-AWAY RESTAURANT WAS CLOSED JUST TO DRINK TEA AND EAT CAKE, YOU BIG JERKS. Or, on other days, PEOPLE GET HUNGRY WHEN THEY'RE HUNGRY NOT AT ARBITRARILY DECIDED TIMES OF THE DAY OK.

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I am, on occasion, truly amazing at thinking up titles. Even when I'm trying to think up something else!

--Which is to say, the point of this post is that I now have 'Time Travel for the Unconvinced', 'Bad and Worse Happy Endings', and 'Tales of Extremely Banal Horror' floating around in my head, among others, and every one lacks a story (or, for many of them, essay) to attach it to.

At least 'Interpretive Necromancy and You' is a fic I am working on.