"Because Someone Might Say See That Man Over There? He's Bitter..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

*blinks* Remind me not to get sugar high ever again. It wears off and is guh liek whoa.

*is incoherent, my, yes*

...Er. To-day is not going to be a good day at work. Give me a hug and tell me to be strong.

My brother comes at four o'clock. I shan't even be home by then.

Luther is pleasantly surprised--Zara is no longer being quiet. :D :D Oh, how lovely, dear.

Um. I'm going to do something now. Like, um, going to work.

AHH I need to finish Fish's birthday present! *flails*

Okay. Leaving now. I'm going to diiiiiiiie.

Why is it that for some reason the effects of sugar wearing off seem akin to a hangover? This is not nearly the case. It's just--h'm. Perhaps it's just the ahhI'mgoingtodieto-day at work kicking in more than anything else.

*blinks again*

N. got A.'s letter, Nanni. (I told him he was overreacting with the one he sent A.) He's torn between relief and extreme concern, and concern is not something he does particularly often, so... But. He is Concerned. Poor silly man.

Zara is just loud.

Work. *marches self out door*

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[mhari.livejournal.com]

*hugs you lots*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*hugs you back loads* Are so always patient with me when am being ridiculous. ^^