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[bubosquared]

Quarter Final Countdown: 2 hours 15 minutes.

Um, ow. Okay, so it's not an ear infection. It's my ... lymphs? Is that the word? They're swollen. And painful. *eyes double dosis of painkiller* Ew. but, ow. Argh, I hate being sick.

Um, anyway. Eeee! Game in just a few hours! *runs around like a headless chicken*

And I'd appreciate it if that damn girl!Becks bunny would stop. writing. itself. in my head. Dammit. I can't write this until the end of the Word Cup, and god, Michael, could you be any sappier? *glares at OwenMuse* Fuckers.

Okay, painkillers have been taken, hot chocolate has been had, must go shower.

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[morganmalfoy.livejournal.com]

I read a rather sweet Beckham/Owen piece on fanfiction.net. I have a few feelings of guilt over slashing real people, but I swear they beg for it. All that stretching and jumping on one another...

Two more hours...

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[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Oooh, do you remember the title, so I can go check it out when ff.net is back?

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[morganmalfoy.livejournal.com]

urgh, no I don't, but it was under miscellaneuous, and then sports...shouldn't be too hard to find.

-M

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[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

K, ta! :) Come on; ff.net, get up! I need cheering up.

lymph nodes, yes

[icanreadyourmnd.livejournal.com]

or more popularly, swollen glands - if it's your throat.

Feel better, kiddo!

Re: lymph nodes, yes

[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Thanks. And yes, glands! Thank you!

I just hope it's not glandular fever. That would be highly ironic.