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[02 Dec 2008|10:56pm] |
It was a beautiful day today, wasn't it? It even snowed a little bit! (Of course it turned to slush pretty much right away, but I think that points should be given for effort.) I love snow. I do not love people tracking melting snow all over the floors. The stupid mummy slipped and half unravelled her left arm. Ever patched up a 3000-years-dead Egyptian princess? I don't recommend it.
But, candy canes. Candy canes. I really don't know if there's anything better in the world.
[Private to Romilda]
I spoke to Florence, and if you'd really like to switch, she said it would be entirely possible to arrange something. Apparently one of our assistants has been preparing to leave anyway. We'd all be glad to have you!
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[25 Nov 2008|07:14pm] |
Is it just me, or has today been a total Monday in a Tuesday suit?
And my knee is still sore. How long is it normal for a bruise to keep hurting?
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[15 Nov 2008|01:50am] |
THEY STOLE FROM US. THEY STOLE FROM A MUSEUM. WHO STEALS FROM A MUS
[The rest of the entry is a mess of angry ink spatters, with a few words barely legible.]
HUNT ... MYSELF ... AND RIP OFF ... LEAST NOT MY ... SECURITY ... SATURDAY ... FUCK
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[12 Nov 2008|12:02am] |
Did anyone else go to that outdoor festival thing (Tsunami, or whatever it was called) in Surrey last weekend, and if you have experience with concerts, are they always such a blazing hellscape? (My cousin Jane made me go. She fancies this bassist, for inexplicable reasons. I mean, first of all, Three Inferi On A Broomstick? I guess with the kind of music they're playing Three Puppies In A Basket would not really cut it, but still.) There was sweat, everywhere. Other people's. There was an anonymous elbow firmly lodged in my solar plexus from the third song on. I came home and found Firewhiskey in my shoes. They were cute shoes, too! Now they're dead at the bottom of my rubbish bin, and my toes still smell like alcohol. Luxor is strictly refusing to sleep at the foot of my bed, so for the past three nights he has taken up residence by my pillow, which is unfortunate for two reasons: one, he has a bit of a fish breath, and two, he will inevitably shift to a more comfortable position while he sleeps, and when I say "more comfortable position", I do mean "my face".
Waking up at three in the morning in a panic induced by near-asphyxiation by cat is not a good way to start the day, as it turns out.
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[08 Nov 2008|09:33pm] |
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