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Have overdosed on tea made in the new teapot I got for Christmas. Ah, tea, how I love you.
Am off soon to party somewhere in the dark frozen wastes of East Anglia with I know not whom. Hmmm... New Year and me have a nasty habit of not mixing. I should probably stay in bed. Well, we shall see.
In other news
Why can I not write a fic without someone or everyone getting completely, mind-shatteringly drunk out of their tiny little skulls? Well, except DIR stuff where they started on lemonade and moved on to tea. I fear they will all be drunk in the next one.
Oh well. I blame Elijah.
Am off soon to party somewhere in the dark frozen wastes of East Anglia with I know not whom. Hmmm... New Year and me have a nasty habit of not mixing. I should probably stay in bed. Well, we shall see.
In other news
Why can I not write a fic without someone or everyone getting completely, mind-shatteringly drunk out of their tiny little skulls? Well, except DIR stuff where they started on lemonade and moved on to tea. I fear they will all be drunk in the next one.
Oh well. I blame Elijah.
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