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Had a brilliant day with Jasmine yesterday. Mostly involved shopping, drinking Shakeaway, eating sweets and very random conversation, on things such as Sock Narnia (the place accessed through a door hidden in the back of your sock drawer allowing your socks to disappear temporarily and explaining why, no matter how many new pairs you buy, they still always fit in the drawer) and what it would be like to be shipwrecked on an island made of pie:
Gemma: It wouldn't be so bad. I mean, you'd never go hungry
Jasmine: Well, until you eat all the pie. Then you'd be hungry and screwed
Got home, developed a pounding headache right behind my eyes, and attempted to work on Dahlia's wig through said headache. It wasn't pleasant, but with the aid of an entire series of Blackadder I got it done. That means that, once I've sorted out the butterflies on her shoes (foam with self-adhesive backing was not a good idea), she will be finished. That's a good feeling. Then just have to finish the Pokemon Trainer (quite a bit left to do, but managable) and I'll be good to go.
Speaking of which, I have work to do...
Gemma: It wouldn't be so bad. I mean, you'd never go hungry
Jasmine: Well, until you eat all the pie. Then you'd be hungry and screwed
Got home, developed a pounding headache right behind my eyes, and attempted to work on Dahlia's wig through said headache. It wasn't pleasant, but with the aid of an entire series of Blackadder I got it done. That means that, once I've sorted out the butterflies on her shoes (foam with self-adhesive backing was not a good idea), she will be finished. That's a good feeling. Then just have to finish the Pokemon Trainer (quite a bit left to do, but managable) and I'll be good to go.
Speaking of which, I have work to do...