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My ear hurts. Ow? My knee's mostly better, but still stiff and swollen-feeling. Ew. I hate my body.

Eeee! Nick! Cornrows! Glasses! *dies*

Also, katari, two new hackery: Frost and Sunday Morning.

Today, I shall make an attempt at installing an automated archive for RS-X. Amykins, hon, you'll help me out of I need it, right? (So if I dl a new trail version of ws_ftp, it ought to work?)

Must. Clean. Desk. Blar.

My cat's run away. I didn't close the front door properly yesterday, so when I opened the door of my flat to let her roam the hallway at night, she got out. :( Will put up flyers tomorrow, but. Yeah. Sigh.

Also, it seems the building's been sold. Not that anyone ever tells me anything about that. No, I just come home and see the "for sale" sign gone.

*kicks things*

I appear to be working on The Game. Seems aprropriate, considering my mood.

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So I'm plotting out my HP Wannabe-Epic of DOOOOOOM, and in my initial notes for it, which are about a year old now, there's a bit of IRC madness between myself and natlet, plotting this. And at one point, I said:

Then ... I think I'll have Ron running around without a head (figuratively -- I always feel the need to specify that in this fandom. <g>) [...]

*snork* I'm such a smartass. Anyway. ( Spoilerish ramblings and frustrated cried for help about the HPWEoD. )

CHRIIIIIIS!

I.am.dead!

Dead!

DEAD!

DEAD!