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This past week and a half has been murder. Ever since the last few days of the hols, it was like the beginning some sort of anxiety fest, starting with the waking up one morning with a newt sunbathing off of my cheek (some at my house saw it fit to populate the area with wildlife. This realisation began that same morning with a bowl of oatmeal, joined by a side of crab). Couldn't sit still, couldn't sleep, couldn't concentrate much at all. Like it feels when you take a gone-bad Wakefulness Draught. Which isn't quite the easiest thing to explain, but that doesn't keep it from leading to loads of late nights and extended mornings.
I think my Mum's to blame. She's the epitome of an anxious personality.
Oh, I have been making headway on Experimental Charm-work though. Spent one night flipping through this journal, and was actually inspired by a conversation about popcorn with Neville. I've been working on a charm to pop popcorn, with a literal snap of the finger. Snap, pop, simple. Only, the first couple of days, the kernels would only end up becoming obscenely sound-sensitive. A ghost had .. I don't know, bobbed by, upsetting the drawings by half an inch. The next thing you know, it sounds like the firing squad just let me have it, with several dozen popcorn kernels combusting simultaneously. Luckily that hadn't occurred at some two in the morning, which is when I've been attempting most of these random acts of near-achievement.
At least there was something to contribute to the pot-luck at the match.
I think my Mum's to blame. She's the epitome of an anxious personality.
Oh, I have been making headway on Experimental Charm-work though. Spent one night flipping through this journal, and was actually inspired by a conversation about popcorn with Neville. I've been working on a charm to pop popcorn, with a literal snap of the finger. Snap, pop, simple. Only, the first couple of days, the kernels would only end up becoming obscenely sound-sensitive. A ghost had .. I don't know, bobbed by, upsetting the drawings by half an inch. The next thing you know, it sounds like the firing squad just let me have it, with several dozen popcorn kernels combusting simultaneously. Luckily that hadn't occurred at some two in the morning, which is when I've been attempting most of these random acts of near-achievement.
At least there was something to contribute to the pot-luck at the match.