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I have too many songs with yodelling. One is too many. I have two. Two many.


Wow I feel so broken. If I die in the night I expect a pretty funeral with viking boat burning and Hawaiian shirts and a pineapple in y-fronts and wailing and good music and also an orgy.

You can all raid my books after.

You'd come for that at least, right?



ETA: I'm also randomly covered in honey. If I'm dead I don't mind you leaving me out for the ants.

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Tell me which Fireflyer I am?

I'm feeling slightly better than I was. The freezer continues, it would appear, to be a piece of shit. I'm chucking that other kiev away - I'm probably best off giving up on meat entirely because I never remember to eat it in time if it's in the fridge.

I'm hugely behind on ye olde friendslist, so please don't be offended if I'm neglecting you, since I probably would have done that anyway let's be honest. I need to do better at answering comments.


Today is for Milliways admin and room tidying - I ought to be in town doing job stuff, but I suspect that should wait until I'm feeling less gross.