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Oh woe for the unholy going to work hour of doom is nearly upon me. Well, er ... more the unholy going to sleep hour of doom but that's so quickly followed by the unholy going to work hour of doom, don't you find?
Yes, well. It's the last day of the year today. If you're an ancient Celt, that is. And who am I to assume that you're not?
'Most Haunted' Halloween party last night, at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jc_synthetics' house. Well, I say party, more of a small gathering really. I made pumpkin soup and jc and galactic_jack had a girly fight about whose pumpkin-carving was best. Jack won by doing a really evil mouth.
Most Haunted are doing Pendle Hill this weekend, which of course just made me think of the wonderful Lust Over Pendle. (Er ... it's HP fic ... it's good ... I just realised that sentence ended somewhat abruptly).
Last night Derek went a bit (more) mad (than usual) and claimed to be seeing an alien spirit in a corner. "It's not of this airth, Ivvy, I'm tellin' you, I've never seen anything like it!" Then I fell asleep.
Apologies to those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, and to also some of those who do.
Ah, reading. Remember that? That thing where you used to look at these rows of things called words and they'd make a story? Those were the days.
November tomorrow. I do have a NaNoWriMo account, but don't worry, I won't be daily foisting ill-thought-out paragraphs upon you this year. Mainly because I won't actually have time to write any. Ah, writing. Remember that?
Yes, well. It's the last day of the year today. If you're an ancient Celt, that is. And who am I to assume that you're not?
'Most Haunted' Halloween party last night, at
jc_synthetics' house. Well, I say party, more of a small gathering really. I made pumpkin soup and jc and galactic_jack had a girly fight about whose pumpkin-carving was best. Jack won by doing a really evil mouth.Most Haunted are doing Pendle Hill this weekend, which of course just made me think of the wonderful Lust Over Pendle. (Er ... it's HP fic ... it's good ... I just realised that sentence ended somewhat abruptly).
Last night Derek went a bit (more) mad (than usual) and claimed to be seeing an alien spirit in a corner. "It's not of this airth, Ivvy, I'm tellin' you, I've never seen anything like it!" Then I fell asleep.
Apologies to those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, and to also some of those who do.
Ah, reading. Remember that? That thing where you used to look at these rows of things called words and they'd make a story? Those were the days.
November tomorrow. I do have a NaNoWriMo account, but don't worry, I won't be daily foisting ill-thought-out paragraphs upon you this year. Mainly because I won't actually have time to write any. Ah, writing. Remember that?
