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Still at Lara's. Slept for some of the day. Watched, um, videos. *racks brain and fails to remember what* Read, um, The Last Resort, which, just, you can't keep track of who's who because it's just too insane and fucked up. But I'm oh-so-slightly tempted to start ficcing. But I'm not going to.

My favourite quote, though there were some other that came close:

This can't happen to me, he thought, I'm an American.
And died.

I helped Lara with an essay, at the Teaspoon.

Oh, yes, played with Jules a little. He has grown since I last saw him properly.

Hmm. Hum. Should probably go home at some point. Or write. I could write, I think. Though I'm a bit too not-awake to compose a coherent lj entry. But fic's easier because you don't have to think you just have to listen to the voices. Or something.

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I am now return-ed to the house that I supposedly live in. My room has been painted. Big wall is blue, others are light grey, and I Like. But will have to, um, move stuff back into room. And suchlike.

I wrote a post-Last Resort-Fitz-thing, but it is on nostalgia_lj's 'puter, so she must send me it and I must polish it and then it will be posted.

Um. Yeargh. Also wish for sister to send bits of fic from Aberdeen. But doubt she will check her email for at least another week. Bitch.

The boy and I are sharing this laptop because we do not know how to log on to the other one. This is shit.

I am going to go and read Blue Angel.