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December 17th
The Rays had a fistfight today.
Diefenbaker informs me it is the influence of the moon.
Whatever it was, they have made out up. I like it when they make up. There is a joy in peace, reconciliation-
Sex. Plenty of sex. Hmm. When is the next full moon?
I like Mark. Very demanding for a Canadian. Will ask Benton if we can keep him. May need to be extra persuasive. Have foregone underwear to save time.
Apparently, we can. Benton was going to anyway, but informed me he enjoyed being persuaded. Was happy to oblige. Am glad, as he clearly knows his way around a Sam Browne, as I discovered when I went to tell him the news. Knees still shaky. May need a few extra cushions tonight. I hope Benton has more salve. Or perhaps Harding could examine me…
Me now: dS Seekritsanta uploaded *bites nails*. Still, at least it's done and sent off, and I can be all smug and everything. Now, there are flashfic and christmasfics, but I am not particularly panicking about those. Ohh, and a further note for those who are reading Turnbull's diary- any gift ideas you fancy throwing at me would be most appreciated, as I have not yet fully written the Christmas installment of it, and am very easy, and very open to suggestions. I hope you are all having a good weekend, and are not being too panicky about deadlines *sends calming thoughts*.