ETA: THE MOVE
Okay peoples. Next weekend we move house. Then I do the exam thing. NOOO. Yuck. Ick. Spit. Anyway ...
I'm drugged up and it's lovely. Okay, so the headache that it came from after staring at rows and rows and rows of parchmenty ink was not nice, but the drugs are. Steve gave them to me. May the Gods bless Steve and his Little Medical Cabinet of Hope.
I'm trying to think what I need for this party besides an empty flat and lots of boxes. It turns out I need a lot of things. Food, drink. Music. Yes, I will be providing dinner for turning up to help shift my crap, honest. Also, Ray has skipped out under the illusion of looking after Bodie at his flat. Lying, lazy little shite.
For catering purposes, list for helping this weekend;
Rak
Rush
Rob
Abby
Logan
George
Steve
Clare
Bill
WILL! [Look, he's ALIIIIVE.]
Remus [HE'S ALIVE TOO.]
Sirius [Maybe. He may be less alive if he gets getting on Remus' nerves.]
Kitty!
Pete [?]
Not sure about anyone else right now but that's who I'm cooking for as is. So, we're having curry. And snacks and drink. And it's Ray's own fault if he misses the curry. So there.
Bodie's all right, he's getting there. Still on the painkillers, still in bed and still not happy about being moved around so much and so soon. I don't blame him really. It's not nice to get dragged from one seat to another when you're tired and have holes made by man-made objects in your body. It actually hurts quite a bit. Spoke to Abby too, his wound's a little bit red - he picks at his bandages. So more pills. He'll love me.
I'm drugged up and it's lovely. Okay, so the headache that it came from after staring at rows and rows and rows of parchmenty ink was not nice, but the drugs are. Steve gave them to me. May the Gods bless Steve and his Little Medical Cabinet of Hope.
I'm trying to think what I need for this party besides an empty flat and lots of boxes. It turns out I need a lot of things. Food, drink. Music. Yes, I will be providing dinner for turning up to help shift my crap, honest. Also, Ray has skipped out under the illusion of looking after Bodie at his flat. Lying, lazy little shite.
For catering purposes, list for helping this weekend;
Rak
Rush
Rob
Abby
Logan
George
Steve
Clare
Bill
WILL! [Look, he's ALIIIIVE.]
Remus [HE'S ALIVE TOO.]
Sirius [Maybe. He may be less alive if he gets getting on Remus' nerves.]
Kitty!
Pete [?]
Not sure about anyone else right now but that's who I'm cooking for as is. So, we're having curry. And snacks and drink. And it's Ray's own fault if he misses the curry. So there.
Bodie's all right, he's getting there. Still on the painkillers, still in bed and still not happy about being moved around so much and so soon. I don't blame him really. It's not nice to get dragged from one seat to another when you're tired and have holes made by man-made objects in your body. It actually hurts quite a bit. Spoke to Abby too, his wound's a little bit red - he picks at his bandages. So more pills. He'll love me.