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All this time, I thought it would be Harry and Draco who'd end up breaking my heart, but it's actually Lee and George for whom DOOM! looms on the horizon.

Argh.

I hate you, Ron Weasley.

A good start of the day

3:00 Get up from four-hour nap. Grab Meryl on AIM. Inform her of Harry/Draco Lumos Nox dream self had.
3:00 - 6:00 RP Harry/Draco sap with minor wibbles, and some semi-public almost-sex (we had to stop halfway through.) Decide that Harry and Draco are not doomed, because they're too busy thinking up new and exciting ways to mess with our heads. Make pancakes. Realise the boys' Christmas holidays will consist of two weeks of snuggling and sex. Try to decide whether am happy about this or not. Have random "Awwww" moments at Draco.
6:00 - 7:00 Meryl leaves. Go take nap.
7:00 - 8:00 Wake up, take long, scalding hot shower. Put on favourite clothes while listening to revolutionary songs. Put on cape and go to station.
8:16 - 9:16 On train, wrap self in cape and snooze for an hour.

*hums The Internationale*</i

Heads up!

New chapter of Malfoy, PI!

Edit:

Thick cunning played on his face, had no fun there, and left.

In any other story, that would've looked ridiculous. In this one, it's just right. Mrrrr.

Update on All Things Melle

I just stuck out my tongue at my monitor, before sending off an "No, sorry, can't help you, we told you there'd be no changes, HA!" email.

Am going to strangle my boss once he comes back. The one thing I needed him to answer and he fucking doesn't! Argh!

I do not deal well with decisions.

Further proof that I need more sleep or less crack-caffeine:

While entering people into our database, I snickered out loud at someone with the last name of "Geenikeskus", and then misread the organisation as "Estonian Gnome Foundation".

Brain? What brain?