All bets need witnesses

I had a long entry typed - but thanks to the intrinsic bloody-mindedness of the Internet Explorer, I've lost it.
I don't want to type it again. It mostly consisted of how things are better in the morning. They are.
Anyway, snowdrop24 and I have been having a civilised argument, about our respective hit counters. I think hers goes up faster than mine, she thinks mine goes up faster than hers.

ShippyLittleKitten: brb, hit counter checking
ShippyLittleKitten: 1271 - front page
Raven: *nods* mine went over 1500 yesterday, that's all I know.
ShippyLittleKitten: 1602 for yours
ShippyLittleKitten: *grrr*
Raven: why?!
ShippyLittleKitten: becuase yours goes up so quickly!

Then followed a period of me moaning because my journal entry was wiped, and then:

ShippyLittleKitten: mine...1703
Raven: see! yours is always above mine....
ShippyLittleKitten: no!
Raven: yes it is!
ShippyLittleKitten: it won't be for long! yours goes up a couple of hundred a day!

Then followed me trying my best to argue my case:

Raven: that's not true!
ShippyLittleKitten: is!
ShippyLittleKitten: mine has gone up....about 40 in a day
Raven: isn't!
ShippyLittleKitten: yours had gone up 100!

But the proof's in the pudding.

ShippyLittleKitten: anyway - i bet you anything your hit counter will reach 2000 before mine
Raven: I'll take that bet. If I lose, I'll imitate a coffee percolator.
ShippyLittleKitten: *stops self before turning this conversation into another did/didn't/cruvus conversation*
ShippyLittleKitten: hmm
ShippyLittleKitten: what do i have to do?
Raven: um.... *thinks* imitate a washing machine.
ShippyLittleKitten: oh god!
ShippyLittleKitten: how?
Raven: I leave that to your discretion.

It's a safe bet. I can't possibly lose.

Sewing feathers

Right... having got dressed, finally, fixed the tincan chain (I snapped off the broken links and connected it back together with a keyring) and rebooted the computer after the last crash, I am now going downstairs. Pedar said last night to make sure I ate something, and seeing as even he remembered when I would have forgotten, I think I ought to do that. I'm also going to watch M*A*S*H (Adam's Ribs! Yay!) and most importantly, I'm going to start sewing feathers.

"A river of liver and an ocean of fish!"

I give up.
The feathers are so fucking unmanageable - I can't glue them, specially as I want to be able to wear the dress after this! I also can't stick them on with anything else, as nothing appears to stick to them, and I've been trying to sew them the whole morning. You can't sew them, because they won't stay, and there are now feathers everywhere. Including my bronchial tubes. I've been constantly coughing since midday.
So, I don't know what to do. I'm half inclined to rip what's left of the feathers off the dress, get a piece of card, write "Raven - a Taur'ri" on it, and hang it around my neck on a piece of string.
Suggestions, please!
Also - I don't feel so brilliant at present. Perhaps I'm allergic to black acrylic feathers, but that's not the point. I think I might faint - it's happened before - and there's no-one here but me, so no-one will know if I do, and I'm more than a little worried about it.

Helium

Two things.
Firstly, I think I may have discovered why I feel like a helium balloon. It may be something to do with the fact I forgot to eat breakfast and lunch.

Secondly, the hit counters:
Me: 1624
Em: 1723

I do believe I'm winning!

Annoying, moi?

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Could that be any more unexpected? I'm the most annoying person on the planet! I won't stop rambling or bitching or philosophising, and I post five times a day!

Anyway. The important part. The dress. Em has now seen a webcam pic of it, and has not burst out laughing/crying, so we're okay so far. The dress now has feathers around the hem and the hood (thanks to flickgc for all her help!) and I don't look like a complete idiot, if you ignore the fact I'm wearing a black dress with feathers on it. I like the dress even when it doesn't have feathers on it, because it makes me look thinner than normal, always a good thing, and so...
That's it. Although I should hoover the floor of my room, before I choke to death in my sleep.
Ooh, I spoke to my mother earlier. She sounds okay, and she really seemed happy to talk to me, and told me she'd found an Internet café place nearby, where she can pay Rs.15 (20p? Correct me if I'm wrong) for half an hour online. So I've emailed her, just one of my rambling emails without any proper content, but I do hope she gets a chance to reply. I want to hear from her. She's asked me to phone the IELTS people, and she's also quite sure she'll be home by November 8th.
Pedar just handed me a banana. I think he wants me to eat it.