November 16th, 2003


Expect no conjunctions. Sorry. Late.

Finally saw PoA trailer.


...fingers. *shudder*

But no Moony! Feel so cheated. >.<

In Ridge. Have written only 788 words of paper. Argharghargh. But! Made more truffle pie for the party - Nadja? Seems I remembered the recipe, so don't worry about sending it. Yay, sporadically-eidetic memory. Just takes motivation - chocolate serves handily as motivation. ;)

While at grocery store, discovered Terry's now makes a chocolate orange that is not orange, but mint. Mint-flavoured, orange-shaped chocolate. Didn't buy, as was ridiculously expensive, but was tempted. Also, left wallet in car.

Watched Chamber of Badly-Acted Secrets (Daniel Radcliffe's such a passive actor he's going to utterly bomb Azkaban, I'm almost certain of it, but that's why we have Rupert Gint and Emma Thomson, I suppose) with sisters. On almost unrelated note, veryvery close to sucking littlestsis into Heinleinverse. Close... *nudge, nudge* I'll do it, yet. *nods*

Begpardon. Must beat middlelittlesis off pie with stick.
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All right. That's it.

The paper's going to be late. Two days, to be precise. And why, you ask? Is it because I skipped Thursday and Friday classes to spend time with Jen and go to the concert? No. Is it because I dawdled most of Saturday? Surprisingly, no. Is it because of the drunken family party? Not even! I was actually at 988 words before the party started. Which is when I saved it to disk. Or so I thought.

Because this seems to have been the one and only time that I neglected to backup to the hard drive, in this case Mum's hard drive, and the copy that I saved to floppy? Corrupt. Won't open. So. Back to the 466 words I started with on Saturday. Yup. Sca-rewed. And my computer? Being less than cooperative. Inasmuch as it's refusing to open the word processor. Or anything else. And crashing every few minutes. So! That reformat I've been putting off? Is happening... now.

Good thing she only takes off 2% per day late. And I was at 988 words! The tragedy of it all! *facepalm*

Off I go. You may not hear from me for a couple of days, depending on Bugger's level of cooperation. Traitorous machine. >.
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