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A few things:
I'm working at the probation office again. I don't know if I mentioned that. It's expectedly stressful and familiar. But I'm working with a woman who is apparently finding it more stressful. She comes in at 8 o'clock and yesterday came back after leaving at five because there was some diary on the computer system that had disappeared and she was trying to get it back, and apparently she didn't leave till half past seven. That's a bit formidable. I mostly hope that she's coping with it all okay. I cried at work for the first time last week, but apart from that it's all been pretty okay, even with all the stress of everyone moving buildings and moving teams and offenders moving teams. Gah. But it's mostly fine.
The flat's a mess. And I have to deadhead the dahlias. And the roses, I'm pretty sure. On the other hand, I finally got my Citycard, about a year after I first asked them to send me one. I may or may not go to Splendour in the Park so Kate Nash can sing about how she'd rather be with my friends, mate, cos they are much fittah. And I have the most beautiful suncatchers and windchimes in the world. YOU CAN'T IMAGINE THEM. Also; DRIPPIN' IN PRADA! Enough said.
- Wanted the first time was great. Wanted the second time was much better. It turned out to be unexpectedly beautiful, and other things I can't say without giving most of it away. Still. Wesley/Cross forever.
- Hancock/Ray forever. AGAIN UNEXPECTEDLY BEAUTIFUL.
- Edmund Pevensie forever.
- Edmund/The White Witch sometimes.
I'm working at the probation office again. I don't know if I mentioned that. It's expectedly stressful and familiar. But I'm working with a woman who is apparently finding it more stressful. She comes in at 8 o'clock and yesterday came back after leaving at five because there was some diary on the computer system that had disappeared and she was trying to get it back, and apparently she didn't leave till half past seven. That's a bit formidable. I mostly hope that she's coping with it all okay. I cried at work for the first time last week, but apart from that it's all been pretty okay, even with all the stress of everyone moving buildings and moving teams and offenders moving teams. Gah. But it's mostly fine.
The flat's a mess. And I have to deadhead the dahlias. And the roses, I'm pretty sure. On the other hand, I finally got my Citycard, about a year after I first asked them to send me one. I may or may not go to Splendour in the Park so Kate Nash can sing about how she'd rather be with my friends, mate, cos they are much fittah. And I have the most beautiful suncatchers and windchimes in the world. YOU CAN'T IMAGINE THEM. Also; DRIPPIN' IN PRADA! Enough said.
