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Mmmmm. Cheese and houmous and tomato sandwich, ginger cake, apple, beeeeeer.

Excellent lunch.

Bloody Stephen Maturin is in my head. I suspect he's going to get into conversation with Aziraphale.

*sighs*

I have yet to decide what I'll be writing today, and I really need to get my room tidy before that happens. I'm moving soon, and it hasn't quite sunk in yet. I'm really looking forward to getting a new room, but I don't know if I can afford a queen-size sheet. Which'll be interesting.

Going to baby Spike's birthday party on Sunday, and then babysitting on Monday with Circus boy, for whom I shall come up with a more creative nickname at a later date. This I can definitely deal with, since he's terribly cute.

And... Ferret is. I don't know. Upsetting me at the moment, and I don't know if it's intentional or not. She wants an ego boost at the expense of my sanity, perhaps. And yet I trust her enough to cry on her, which is something I have done to about four or five people, really. People are so complicated.