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Dear my computer:

Stop being a pain in the mik'da. It's not funny any more. Stop just... well... stopping on me.

Angrily,

~Hathor.

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Dear the rain,

Fuck off.

Enough said,

Colleen.

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Dear body,

Ow! Ow! Ow!

Sorry. I think we can blame this one of the Brain.

~Colleen

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Dear Rahcel Stevens,

Your song is indeed very funky. However, it is stolen from Goldfrapp and I refuse to give you any recognition. As such, get you and your bloody funky song out of my head!

~Teh Musical Colleen

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Woke up this morning in something of a panic. I was quite horribly late. That, and I'd had a weird dream about Ron Weasley flying up the stairs at work on a broken Firebolt, and when I flew up to find him there were fraky children there. I ran away and make Percy get him when my alarm went off for what must have been the fifth time.

Dressed hastily and ran like a girl into Ormskirk, and made it in time to check the bank balance. I have been paid, and more importantly, I've been given this bonus we've been told so much about!

As such, it was with a spring in my step that I met Simon and told him about my dream. He told me off for leaving Percy in charge before we made it to Dan's house.

Was a good day, actually; Hel was also a complete n00b at training and as such we nervously clung on for dear life and tried not to get our asses whupped. I think we did okay, although I've been told that my killer instinct isn't up to much.

... sorry?

Actually, I enjoyed it. I have this warm glowing feeling of pain that I remember from the last time I did some exercise, and the bruises and cuts are just an added bonus. Hell, bruised knuckles makes anyone look hard.

Finally met

chesterkoil, too! That was fun. As was eating figgins. Alas, they were not toasted. They were actually really nice, though.

(Say it with me: The Discworld fans got that reference...)

We had to troop indoors due to the rain rather early though, and I left to put flagpoles up. Hurrah! It all fits together!

Problem: still need to do my ironing (this is a theme, yes?) including a flag, and actually learn two knots. Sheepshank and clove hitch, apparently. Watch my panic. I hate knots, and I can do two: Reef Knot and the infamous GOK knot. The God-Only-Knows knot, to the uninitiated.

I'm very disconnected and rambling. I want to read the new Elladan's Diary stuff, and I have to beta Casey's fic on American time, but it seems I'll have to go and iron instead.

Sigh.

~Hathy_Col~