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Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Countdown: 126 days

Cofeeeee ... Dear lord, am I cottonbrained right now. Must caffeinate self in order to be able to actually sort out this mess with the salaries account today. Grar. I hate you, Partena.

Grar, e-mail's down again. Dammit, and it's been so good lately. >_< (And of course today of all days I've inspiration for a "proper" journal entry. Mreh.) Also, what the fuck is wrong that I cannot load my own LJ? It's loading my friends page, why won't it load my LJ? Argh.

This week, I will finish the Evil Het Story. I shall. And this whole "writing at snail's pace" thing can just be over now, thanks.

I am highly rambly today. Not quite as rambly as Fleur, though. Dude? Did Jo lace your food with crack or something?

Must take break from number-crunching in favour of doing RPG-mod-y stuff. And have a smoke. And listen to the Levellers some more, because mmmmm, Levellers. I am such a fucking hippie kid, man.

Edit: Whoops. Link fixed now.

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Last night, I had another one of those dreams where I'm trying to catch a train to an unknown destination. These usually mean that in the near future, I'm going to lose a friend.

*eyes friends list with fear*

Yeah. Not that reassuring.

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Primal scream therapy is starting to sound really good right about now. Or maybe I should start looking out for a punchbag. Because right now, the feel of my own skin is irritating me, and I'm going to snap at someone.

Happy thoughts, happy thoughts ...

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Guess who just blew 4/5th of her week budget on cooking stuff, That's right, that would be moi.

In my defense, I really did need a decent pair of siscors, and a knife that's actually somewhere in the vincity of "sharp", and a clothes line, and the bread sack will save me money in the long run, cause now my bread'll stop going stale before it's half gone, and the yeast and sugar and tapioca weren't really that expensive.

I don't, however, have any sort of excuse for the cook's knife, except "But it's cool! And sharp!"

... I need therapy.

Edit: Although, not as much as I need an apron. Sigh.

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Happiness is: cinnamon buns rising in the kicthen and baby!Sean Bean on my TV. Mrrr.