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[waitsforever]

Hi. Sorry. Not in for work, again, because while Amy doesn't mind me using her for posting, I think it's a bit much dragging her with me to work. Unless there's an emergency. In which case I'll beg.

Is that fine?

Do you mind?

Cheers. Sorry. That was me asking Amy and. Yes. That's something that would be happening.

Anyway, as she said earlier, I'm a ghost. Not even a poltergeist, which would be useful because I could just...throw stuff about, but completely insubstantial. I get it...funny, how often have I nearly or actually died...lots.

It's really not that funny. It's actually getting kind of old.

Has anyone worked out how to actually reverse this yet? Because I'd really appreciate it. Thanks.

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

There's got to be. I'm not gonna have a ghost for a husband forever. [ Just no. Amy refuses to. ]

[dropkick]

[ Pause. ]

I meant before it wears off on its own. That's the pattern, isn't it, with curses. One of the few constants seems to be that they stop, eventually.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Yeah. An' that's good, 'cause ghosts aren't really that much fun, y'know.