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So I overslept this morning, wolfed down my breakfast, and promtply threw it up. Good morning indeed. I think this is a stomach infection, which means soup, toast and no coffee for me for the next three days. Blaaaaah.

And then I put on a pink-purple shirt and black-and-red striped socks, which just further proves that I should not be allowed to dress myself. *facepalm*

I've not yet watched the new Dr Who, because I was busy as hell this weekend between parties and reading the HP fandom equivalent of Behind the Music. (More on that later, possibly. Once I'm completely caught up on the utter crack.)