Feb 03, 2004 21:32
Bloody hell. In St. Mungoes, lying on this bed in a ward that smells like disinfectant and dead flobberworms.
Moony's sleeping next to me in the chair. Dunno what even happened in the past couple of days---prolly acted like a fucking git, knowing me when I'm ill.
If I was rude or said anything horribly uneccessary, Moony, hit me upside the head. And...thanks.
I love you.