[hand-written journal entry, November 9th] ((out of bounds unless you know where to go snooping))

Nov 11, 2007 14:05

Well, dear diary,

It's been a productive few months now, hasn't it? I think I'm finally getting a hang of this gig; it's busy, it's turning me inside out and back again with stress, but it's good for the soul. Keeps my ticker tocking at a somewhat steady pace - and sometimes racing like a greyhound after a fake rabbit, but that's not really due to stress levels. Or maybe it is, just a different kind of stress. If you ever read this, Toto, I am gonna slap you silly, silly.

Jokes aside, a few poignant side dishes from that smorgasbord for thought I keep telling myself to stay away from. Note to self: You never really get that expression, 'food for thought' until you're an empath demon.

- Bring Kurtlet a bunch of comics. You know he'll love you forever in a completely platonic way. He needs some distraction from the boo-boos and owwies, and comics rule omnipotent in that aspect.

- Captain Harkness is back, in one piece, I might add. Word around the water cooler's he's been through Hell and lived to tell the tale. Headmaster Snape asked me to keep an eye out for him, but I think two eyes are better than one.

- Compile USB of Whitney Houston songs for Luke.

- Do the same, but Queen, and albums, for Otto. It's about time he learned you can have rock without the roll.

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