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I'm back. I'm fine. I didn't even get sunburned. I have avoided inflicting my bad moods (or Regina's) on other people despite being in a five room cottage. Due to Squirtle's questioning I'm now working on the story of how Yatr and Mirik got together despite the fact that I'm within grabbing distance of the end of book 2 (it still insists on being called The Return of Regina despite my best attempts to rename the bloody thing). Squirtle is attempting to watch all the Tenimyus before she departs for Malta on Tuesday. I'm fangirling the iminent release of HP6 (less than a week to go!) so please don't shoot me. The phone rang at a quarter past nine this morning. And I haven't even thought about checking my f-list yet because it scares me.
Now back to Yatr and his bloody smirk.
Now back to Yatr and his bloody smirk.