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Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Countdown: 132 days

My day thus far:

• Woke up from a nightmare at 6AM. Two nightmares in a year is really too much, brain. No, really.
• Residu shakiness from nightmare caused me to nearly burn my eyebrows off when trying to light a fag.
• Did not get any breakfast down because of aforementioned shakiness.
• Due to miscommunications et al., spent hour and a half running around Brussels and ended up 45 minutes late for a meeting I was supposed to be half hour early for.
• Due to running to try and get to meeting in time, went through my knee.
• Developed a sinus headache, and the only painkiller that really help against my sinus headaches is Sinutab, which knocks me out cold, especially on an empty stomach.
• Did not have any coffee until 11:45.
• Had forgotten my wallet over here yesterday so I couldn't buy breakfast, or tobacco, or anything.
• Spent the remaining hour of the meeting taking minutes and notes of discussions I did not understand at all

Ooohhhhhm, calm blue sea, calm blue sea ...

In better news, I now do have coffee, and cigarettes, and also, a baby cousin! :D First one on my mum's side of the family, a boy named Jobbe. Which, yes, still leaves me my oma's only granddaughter, and thus the favourite. (And bugger, I forgot to ask my mum if they'd decided on the godmother yet. They were thinking of asking my grandmother, but she's already my godmother, and my mum would really like to.)

Aaaand the Believers are at it again. I'm assuming this is brought on by the article in the Guardian? As I said to Molly: "THE GUARDIAN HAS CAUGHT THE GAY!" And that's all I'm going to say about this thing, lest I end up a gibbering, nervous wreck in a corner of the room. No, seriously, people, this shit makes my skin crawl. This is almost enough to make me want to go back in time and stop the rise of RPS. Yes, it's that bad.

Okay, no, I will say this: The Guardian article is not evidence that the Believers are right. It's just evidence that the Believers are loud enough to be picked up by mainstream media. You know who else is that loud? Conspiracy theorists of all kinds. Which, I suppose, the Believers are a part of. And now, I'm going to go and hide in HP fandom, because suddenly, that seems rather sane to me. (Note to any Believers who might be reading this: Please have mercy on my fraggled nerves and don't argue with me. I've given up on this cause, I'm just preaching to the choir of my friends, here. You won't get an answer unless you miraculously manage to sound actually sane. Which isn't going to happen.)

Ooohhhhhm, calm blue sea, calm blue sea ...

Oh, yes, the WiPs thing Silvia started. I don't have many WiPs, mostly because I tend to chew on a bunny for a long time, and don't actually start it until I really hear the first paragraph, and once I'm past that, I can usually finish it within a month or so.

( My WiPs, with first paragraphs. )

All of that is, of course, not counting the numerous bunnies I have, or even Strange Love, which is technically a WiP, but not really.

Want to go hoooooome! Whine.

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Dear self,

A few things you might want to keep in mind:

1. If I give you any more caffeine, we will officially become a part of Brazil. I don't fancy being annexed, here. Ta.
2. We are not writing Hackers slash. We are not writing Hackers het. We are not writing any Hackers fic at all.
3. You hare henceforth banned from posting to mailing lists when feeling tired. It only leads to public admissions of a complete lack of knowledge of what is supposed to be your own damn native language. Honestly.
4. I-- No, no, see, I said, we are not writing Hackers slash. Stop that! NOW!
5. Staring at a WiP in wordpad is not the same as working on said WiP.
6. Neither is puttering around with PhotoShop.
7. Yes, Leonardo diCaprio is hot. Yes, you have to close PS now.
8. Dammit, did I not just veto the Hackers fic?

La?

Melle's evening:

*random "I WANT BABIES GIVE ME BABIES NOW" moment*

*random Geek-love moment of scary intensity*

*random moment of extreme "Eeeee!" for no reason in particular*

Lather, rinse, repeat.

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One: A dolosus wallpaper. Wheee! Smoking!boys.

800 x 600 | 1024 x 768

Two: I've decided to have an IRC party on Friday evening. Those of you (well, us) who don't have sweethearts for Valentine's Day and want to come complain about it, cmoe around. chatnet.org, #femgeeks, I'll be around from about 4PM EST.