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[bootme]

Current plus: I managed to get into this pile of rubble some time yesterday.

Major minus: My reward for such was a nice introduction to a cellar which I swear to God was last cleaned some time in the Cambrian, full halfway of things which probably want to bite me, and the other half with things that yell at me.

I haven't had five minutes to think

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[fletchfinchley]

It's a bunch of rubbishy epochs that end with -cene, you don't need them.

Your mother's maiden name is _______.

The only birthday that should matter to you is your own, which is 9 July, and mine, 16 January. Next Sunday.

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y...

Oh sod, I've forgotten that last one. Do you still remember it?

I'd thought about writing in here tonight and whinging about being back at school, but now it seems sort of silly.

[bootme]

My mother's an evolutionary biologist and studies palaeontology. Those were my ABC's. Ediacaran, Cambrian, Ordovician, Silurian...something, something, something...something that sounds like a tree...Cretaceous, Triassic, Jurassic...something...Holocene. And don't quote me on those around the Jurassic. And I might be messing something else up, as well.

And, thanks, got it.

Last one is Zed, thanks.

And, I think I've begun to realise how incredibly random realisation of how bad things are is. Three months ago, I would have whinged about school, and as soon as all this is over, I'm certain that something like a rock in my left shoe or the tag on my shirt will be enough to make me wish for the fast heat death of the universe.

[fletchfinchley]

You forgot about my birthday, didn't you?

Not that I should say anything, considering what an unmitigated disaster yours was.

I think I'll shut my gob now.

As bad as things get, death is not a preferrable option - even if it looks as though that's where we're all heading.

And it is.

What is he making you do? Or is that classified Ministry information?

Is he really making you live in the cellar?

[bootme]

Actually, didn't, thanks. I don't think. Problem's elsewhere. It's August now, right?

And I didn't say my death. I said the compression of the universe into a white hot point. Mild difference.

And not live, no. I have to clean the cellar. I think I found miniatures of his old pet Anomalocaris behind a first edition copy of that international best seller, the Dead Sea Scrolls, and more things that make noise than I wish to think about.

[psstguesswhat]

i have lots of greta catchlove books that give you all sorts of tips on how to clean faster!!! would you like to borrow them???

[bootme]

No.

[psstguesswhat]

okay!!!! you can just owl me if you change your mind!!!

[bootme]

Brilliant, then.