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Happy Independence Day to all the USA-type people!

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I really hate my body. I've been vaguely tired for about three weeks now, thanks to the wonders of gland infection. Today, my collegue informs me the best cure for that is lots of sleep, lots of vitamins (have been getting both), and very little caffeine.

Yeah, I can just hear you all laughing at the thought of Melle on little to no caffeine. And it gets better, because this tiredness ups my strees, which ups my tension heaaches, which ups my need for painkillers, which just so happen to contain caffeine.

Life's a bitch. An ironic bitch.

And to top that off, my connection is slow as fuck today, and why is my email down? Grr.

Must now answer the 25 emails in my inbox, and go have some fun with Lee, designated Inpartially Horrified Observer. Sigh.

(Oh, and marcus_flint? You're evil. Poor Percy!)

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Dammit, Lee, stop flirting with Hermione!

Seamus Finnigan? Cutest thing ever!

Sob! The Gryffindorks are in lurve! Dammit, there goes all my hope for M/O in this RP. :(

Wheee, link-o-

Quotes

Cause everyone needs some random amusement.

You know, I spent most of [The Phantom Menace] watching the interaction between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan and going "This is what a whole huge fandom was built on? Were we all on crack?" and then I got to The Touch, and remembered and...well, I guess if The Touch is crack, it's a good way to go.
(Amy; LJ)

This is not a love triangle. It's a love squiggle. (Too many sides for the triangle, far too messy to be a polygon.
(Mireille; LJ comment)

So, I believe, although I'd almost rather not, that somewhere around 3:30 am I adopted Keith Richards as a personal god. Um. Yes.
(Katie; LJ)

The crack you're on is apparently more potent than mine.
(Mireille; LJ comment)

Why is it always my fault? (Disregard the fact that it is.)
(Zed; LJ comment)

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Could somebody please just shoot me?

Not only is roughly half the harry potter world moving into my head, not only am I finding myself oddly charmed by the idea of Terence/George, not only do I have approximately 687 HP bunnies -- almost all involving Quidditch, not only have I been thwarted in my desire for Marcus/Oliver in the RP, not only that, but also...

I. Have. Bloody. Staying. Alive. In. My. Flippin'. Head.

*kills self*

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Somebody come entertain me on IRC?

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I currently have six windows open:

• HP RP, where Lee really needs to make another entry;
• mIRC, in which Ang is eating people;
• Notepad, in which I wrote ( a lame swanslash snippet )
  ;
• AIM window with Mireille, in which we talk about freaky HP pairings and stuff;
• WinAmp;
• LJ.

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