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Coming home from work was AWFUL AWFUL today. I had self-heating gloves on and layers and layers of clothes, looked like one of those baggy old cat ladies, all swaddled up in hobo clothes, but still! Still, I crawled through the doorway half-dead! How is that even fair?

-- and it doesn't help that Varkins always demanded I bet at work at INHUMANE HOURS, so I rush out the door with my hair wet most days, and today I forgot that -- it was, y'know, winter -- ice everywhere, pretty horrendous. And the stove was broken at work and I tried to fix it so I could have my tea like a proper lady but it just started singing and -- I know magic doesn't go well with all the fancy electronics and stuff but -- my tea.

It was right terrible, I don't even know -- I think I will slough around the flat like the LOSER I am in some sweatpants and, and -- eat popcorn. And watch movies. In here. On the sofa. Where it's warm.

Or perhaps dance.

why is this holiday so stressful. merlin's drawers.

it is ridiculous, mates, just ridiculous all-around. i am tired of all of this madness, y'know? and the season just started!
but at least there is eggnog. at least there is that left in the world. small mercies, at least. but i still have so many gift to find! for mum and dad and friends and most importantly, for varkins. do you know how hard he is to shop for?!?! VERY HARD.

badou, let us venture to the mall sometime soon. it will be an adventure.

i don't know how to make things better
maybe pancakes . . .

life is kind of a bummer lately ):

I want to be put on this case, vargie vargalicious vargitude. sir.

poor tykes. we'll find them.

WHAT SHOULD I BE FOR HALLOW'S EVE, HMM?

I'm thinking a pretty princess. Or! Or! I don't know. Oh! and I'll probably be throwing a party, if Vargret doesn't decide to drag me around to work on that night. I'll just claim it's my holy day if it comes to that, mm?

Anyhow! Suggestions, yes?

Fun week.

Oh, come on, people. Now, I know we're not quite a city of saints -- but must you constantly post your fevered little thoughts about how great it would be for more people to die? Granted, it's your right, but c'mon. It's a mite bit upsetting for somebody who's job is to prevent killings. You all make me weep. Profusely.

First day back sucked. It was all about some clown. Some incredibly intelligent, yet terribly annoying clown. Who likes to play webcam girl. Or something. My boss had a bit of a hangover, to tell the truth. But that's going to be some good, clean fun to sort out.

But! Senator Johan got sworn in this morning, what about that, eh? I kind of like him -- it's terribly hard not I to, really, he's so sincere about everything - thought he would cry when talking about waste management, just seemed that important to him-- but I wish he's tell us a bit more about what he wants to do with the rougher parts of Abyss. I'd like for some of Elysium's construction funds to get down there, but we'll see what happens.

I think I'm going to kip into Badou's room and tip his mattress over while he's drooling on his pillows (lazy, lazy bum). That'll be a good start to the day. :)

Wotcher, NeoGenesis.

Just a bit of a quick note to let the denizens of this place know I’m back from a bit of a holiday. It was a marvellous holiday, full of sun and sand and escapades with pool-boys, and I enjoyed it immensely. But as I lay out in a hammock, sipping tequila while Ernesto gave me a soothing shoulder rub - I found myself wishing that I was back here. Yes, here. Because I just like you all so much. 

So I came back, instead of buying a place out there with said pool-boys. Ernie was so upset. It was tragic, it really was.
 
I'm heading out to inconvience you with the enforcement of law and order tomorrow morning.  Yes, yes, I know it's irritating - pah, the law, but somebody has to do it. I’ll be saying hi to everybody proper later, but I’ll be dead if I’m late first day back, so it’ll have to wait. But, humble citizenry. Tonks is back in town. It's great day -- put on your party hats and happy faces, mates. 'Cos I've missed you.