There will be Brit-bound Watsons here tomorrow. This makes me happy. Sadly, the house is still a mess and I just can't bring myself to care. At least not enough to do anything more than tidy up our room. There will be clean sheets at least.
It smells like one of my roommates is making brownies. This sounds (and smells) fabulous.
I could cheerfully kill that damn dog downstairs, and I usually am a very loving sort of person, especially with respect to relatively helpless things, like animals and children
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