It's ten o'clock and I have nothing to do until one fifteen. Why did I get up this morning? I don't know. Also, I was late. Life is imitiating art, as I had lost my glasses, and to qutote
glitter_james, to whom the same thing has happened, the world is "one big fuzzy blob." Only, my glasses turned up under the bed. James's glasses have been stolen by those nasty Slytherins, Sirius is trying out a new Muggle drink called "Cow Hula" that involves Honeydukes chocolate dissolved into Firewhiskey, and my darling Moony wants to kill himself following an encounter with McGonagall and Careers Advice. Life is complex for them all.
Real life is less so. Two and a half days of school left until Easter, and I'm not really doing anything this week beyond tution, work and Patrick. And playing Whizzball. Damn you,
purplerainbow. I'm addicted.
And that's enough. I'm hungry and I'm going to get some chocolate.
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Real life is less so. Two and a half days of school left until Easter, and I'm not really doing anything this week beyond tution, work and Patrick. And playing Whizzball. Damn you,
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And that's enough. I'm hungry and I'm going to get some chocolate.