(no subject)

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Countdown: 124 days

Had you told me eight months ago I'd be getting post from Oliver Wood, I'd have laughed in your face. Now, I just squee. *twirls Oliver* Harry sends his love, babe. (Well, okay, he sends his wibbles, but for Harry, that's the same thing.) And Fleur? Nipple warmers? You disturb me, but in a good way. (Okay, the "sheepskin" part of "sheepskin nipple warmers" is more disturbing than amusing, but you know.)

I miss having a cat. And I'm thinking of getting fish and/or some plants because I am highly envious of theflat. I = sad and pathetic. Somebody needs to move into the flat below mine, yo. Someone I can induce into LJ and LN and foist off baked goods upon. Gah.

Blah; Will now take break from label-sticking to get lunch, have a smoke, and make a website for Jeanne. And maybe write a little.

(no subject)

Am dead. Days filled with menial tasks do that to a person. This calls for food therapy.

Plan:

1. Walk to station.
2. Take train home. On train, write some drabbles.
3. Home. Gather clothes strewn around bedroom, do quick clean of desk, take out garbage.
4. Cook. Salmon with baked potatoes, salad and mushrooms sounds nice.
5. Bake bread. And cinnamon rolls.

God, I'm hungry.