I'd say the chances of Ed getting his arm back at all are pretty much nil. Maybe his leg, sure, because he lost that for committing taboo... The arm, though, he gave up willingly.

And I can see him being faced with the choice of either getting his arm back or putting Al's soul back in its body: with the decision being obvious, because he's Ed.



....Oh, so you don't actually want to TALK to us, then. Posting journals is just a way of coping. WELL.



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"Lord, grant that I may always desire to do more than I can accomplish."

Well, the test went okay...not as well as the last one, I'm sure, but...okay.


So I wasted the rest of the day playing video games. Alas.



Because I really don't have anything to do.

That presentation isn't actually until next Thursday, as well...we don't have class tomorrow night.

Doctor's appointment on Monday...everything's coming back together. Kinda.

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"Put an apple on your head and we'll find out how good I am!"

Aang saved the world AND got a girlfriend before Harry even started his third year.

Now you say you don't have anything to do? Things sure turn around fast.

Of course, I'm not one to talk. It took a good 15 minutes yesterday to persuade myself that slamming my head in a desk drawer-while it WOULD get me out of writing that paper-was a bad idea. (After all, how would my roommate explain it?)

And now I'm in a rather cheery mood.

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"Lord, grant that I may always desire to do more than I can accomplish."

Also, congratulations on the test. I'm sure you did better than you think: you always seem to.

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"Lord, grant that I may always desire to do more than I can accomplish."