15 September 1980

Apr 15, 2008 00:51


I'm not about to count my Welsh Greens before they hatch but it looks like the Lisa thing might have been solved in time for the Birthdays.

Speaking of. How good are we? We are damned good.


I am so tired
SO FUCKING TIRED.

But my life is great. Everyone is okay, I don't have to worry about anyone -- at least, I don't think so, anyway -- besides the usual worrying that Death Eaters will just randomly kill someone, no drama is what I mean. I can deal with Death Eaters and duels, I just don't want drama.

I'm going to kick some arse on my Stealth homework. I'll get better at that shite even if it kills me. So to speak.

Two days. Or four days, depending on what we're counting down to.

Fuck yes.
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