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Sometimes, I really, really don't understand people. If you're going to send me an e-mail and go "Please send me the rollerball/powder scoop/whatever as mentioned on the package,"¹ why on earth would it not occur to you to actually include your address in your e-mail? Do these people expect me to look them up in the address directory, or are they under the impression that we can now send these things through e-mail? Because if TP/IP supported that shit, I'd be using it for much more useful purposes, let me tell you what.

Still very angry at Argos, and annoyed because I'm not actually sure I can start Amy's Gryffindor scarf on my large circs, and I have to wait until this afternoon to get smaller ones. Bugger. (And that's assuming Drummond's is open until six. Maybe I'd better give them a call.)

Man, barely an hour into the work day and already I'm on my second mug of coffee. This does not bode well. Clearly, today, the role of Melle will be played by Oscar the Grouch.

¹ And this is the polite version, BTW. I mean, it has complete sentences, and they even said "please" and everything.

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Dammit. I don't know if I'm just fucking up, or if it's because I need a shorter and/or smaller size circs, but this isn't working. There's holes in the knitting big enough to stick a needle through, and tht just won't do. I really hope Drummond's will be open until six today. Or maybe, considering I've several other errands to run, I'll just not do overtime today and not run the risk of finding it closed. *ponders*

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Mmmmmmmbrownies.