Hot. It is bloody hot.

I have just watched the concert 5 times. In a row.

It is way, way too warm to sleep. I'm sitting here in underwear, and I'm still way too warm. Ew, ew, ew.

I am going to make a few litres of coffee, because I am getting no sleep tonight. Who's genius idea was it to move me up to the loft, hottest room in the house, anyway?

Oh. Right. Mine.

ETA: Things to do tomorrow:
Re-read and double check fic
Return Kirsten's email (over-due)
Visit library, for CD's
Take computer in for fecking decoder, about fucking time
Write humour debacle

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Freyaiscominghometomorrow, Freyaiscominghometomorrow, Freyaiscominghometomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!

Give us those nice bright colours, give us the greens of summer....

I hate titles. With a passion.

I also dislike the Pope very strongly because I like to believe I'm worth something as a person, not just a babymaking machine.

Thankfully trollprincess is unbelievably amusing as she wanks about romance.

And in case you haven't noticed, whee! Freya (madfrog) is coming home tomorrow, which is worth a celebration or five. ( SQUEE! )

I think we're going to have a thunderstorm later. This makes me happy.

By the way, let me pimp selfquotes as the online masturbastion alternate to metaquotes. Or something. And hpfemslashicons 'cause I can.

Also, lattara deserves cookies, kisses and small kittens for generally being the sweetest person.

And, for the as of yet uninformed, porn is the new, healthier and cheaper alternative to painkillers. Truly, the squeeing does distract from the pain. And yes, I just really wanted to pimp the story because I *love* first time fics, and this is an excellent first time fic.

Presents!

For truntles, who begged very prettily.

Beta, most of the ending and title by lattara

Once again, with the music

( He didn't expect this to happen )