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psalm_onethirtyone*wibbles* Cramps omgwtf. I angst.
N. has stationery now! It's beautiful, and it was awfully expensive, and he's very pleased; so we'll be able to send off A.'s letter in the mails by Monday. We're both glad, I think.
I need to type up Waen's 1776 slashfic, and I need to copy CDs. Luckily, since the mails don't go on Sundays, I don't need to panic about getting everything ready. ^^ Which is good, because my time ran away from me to-day.
I SO KNEW Rochester had a wife. Except I thought she was his French mistress. Bwahaha. Poor Jane.
The birthday calender must change again!
Speaking of birthdays, I did move mine! It's going to be on May twenty-sixth now, which is so nice. It's my special number, and it means we'll have time for it, and everything won't be hellish, and I'm very, very glad. I didn't want everyone to have to worry about fitting it in with the other hundred things that were happening on the old day. This is much better.
We're going to go out for dinner. O_O Eep. Surprised.
I want a floppy stuffed elephant, but in spirit. ^_^ Will somebody draw me one? I'm making all sorts of demands to-day, and it's not at all good of me. I need to be more generous. Even if it's only an elephant.
The thing I really like about Da' is he knows so much about operas and music and that. And he understands about how I feel when I don't have the right word, and he helps me guess until I've got the one I want, and that makes me not have to be upset anymore, because I always feel squashed inside my head when I can't get the right word. And he knows all the old films and music and things, so when I talk about them he knows exactly what I mean. I wouldn't like it if my father were only thirty. He's best sixty-three. He understands things. <3 I love him so much.
Mum bought an organic pineapple to-day! And vanilla tea!
I feel so Rosencrantz...
N. has stationery now! It's beautiful, and it was awfully expensive, and he's very pleased; so we'll be able to send off A.'s letter in the mails by Monday. We're both glad, I think.
I need to type up Waen's 1776 slashfic, and I need to copy CDs. Luckily, since the mails don't go on Sundays, I don't need to panic about getting everything ready. ^^ Which is good, because my time ran away from me to-day.
I SO KNEW Rochester had a wife. Except I thought she was his French mistress. Bwahaha. Poor Jane.
The birthday calender must change again!
Speaking of birthdays, I did move mine! It's going to be on May twenty-sixth now, which is so nice. It's my special number, and it means we'll have time for it, and everything won't be hellish, and I'm very, very glad. I didn't want everyone to have to worry about fitting it in with the other hundred things that were happening on the old day. This is much better.
We're going to go out for dinner. O_O Eep. Surprised.
I want a floppy stuffed elephant, but in spirit. ^_^ Will somebody draw me one? I'm making all sorts of demands to-day, and it's not at all good of me. I need to be more generous. Even if it's only an elephant.
The thing I really like about Da' is he knows so much about operas and music and that. And he understands about how I feel when I don't have the right word, and he helps me guess until I've got the one I want, and that makes me not have to be upset anymore, because I always feel squashed inside my head when I can't get the right word. And he knows all the old films and music and things, so when I talk about them he knows exactly what I mean. I wouldn't like it if my father were only thirty. He's best sixty-three. He understands things. <3 I love him so much.
Mum bought an organic pineapple to-day! And vanilla tea!
I feel so Rosencrantz...
