Corvidic Life: the ongoing...
4.40am Awaiting yahoo to load pics so i can mail them to Grim. I fear other denizens of George Lane may be stealing all the net. Bastards.
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Zombies stole my tea mug. Damn them. Apparently leaving it in the graveyard was not a safe thing to do. *sigh*
Once again it has been proved that Corvids are imensely well spoken when paralytically drunk. They may have lost the ability to walk but they will apologise for the inconvenience it causes, swear several times and politely apologise again. I'm told it's very thespian.
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Today i had lunch in Greenwich with Jez and Sally and was told of a very small but very corvidic sounding job - yey! Now all I have to do is not look like a sleep deprived mildly alcoholic head-case and pass muster. Well - I can act, right? I also need an excuse for the large dueling scar on my cheek... and I'm not sure 'a duel' will be accepted.
In the afternoon there was attempting to shop for food and general stuff. I ended up with a toothbrush, washing powder, hair bleach, crackers and a bottle of cider - an alarming and disjointed haul even by my standards despite the fact it was all needful.
At Goblin Town Ginnie once more helped do terrible things to my feathers. They are now kinda dandylion coloured which is probably an improvement on the blue, but I'm not sure. (I now require white toner and spray for Vagabonds and it all will have been worth it.)
After that for some reason my insides tried to kill themselves so I wasn't much help in the PyFC session. When people left I spent an hour or so on the sofa piled under cats, blankets and coats being pained and shivery and hugging a hot water bottle. I still have no idea why my insides did this. I hope they don't do it again, I dislike feeling like I've been punched several times in the stomach.
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Tomorrow I meet up with Rain - yey!
Somewhen later I cook pate and play more PyFC.
My world is unstable but it has some shiny things in it even if I can't claim impeccability. Ah fekk it, when could I ever?
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5.15am and Neverwhere has finally finished loading.
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Zombies stole my tea mug. Damn them. Apparently leaving it in the graveyard was not a safe thing to do. *sigh*
Once again it has been proved that Corvids are imensely well spoken when paralytically drunk. They may have lost the ability to walk but they will apologise for the inconvenience it causes, swear several times and politely apologise again. I'm told it's very thespian.
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Today i had lunch in Greenwich with Jez and Sally and was told of a very small but very corvidic sounding job - yey! Now all I have to do is not look like a sleep deprived mildly alcoholic head-case and pass muster. Well - I can act, right? I also need an excuse for the large dueling scar on my cheek... and I'm not sure 'a duel' will be accepted.
In the afternoon there was attempting to shop for food and general stuff. I ended up with a toothbrush, washing powder, hair bleach, crackers and a bottle of cider - an alarming and disjointed haul even by my standards despite the fact it was all needful.
At Goblin Town Ginnie once more helped do terrible things to my feathers. They are now kinda dandylion coloured which is probably an improvement on the blue, but I'm not sure. (I now require white toner and spray for Vagabonds and it all will have been worth it.)
After that for some reason my insides tried to kill themselves so I wasn't much help in the PyFC session. When people left I spent an hour or so on the sofa piled under cats, blankets and coats being pained and shivery and hugging a hot water bottle. I still have no idea why my insides did this. I hope they don't do it again, I dislike feeling like I've been punched several times in the stomach.
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Tomorrow I meet up with Rain - yey!
Somewhen later I cook pate and play more PyFC.
My world is unstable but it has some shiny things in it even if I can't claim impeccability. Ah fekk it, when could I ever?
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5.15am and Neverwhere has finally finished loading.