The order of the day is don't listen, attack!

[lithiumlaughter]

Dear Professor,

I love you. Really, I do. You are the most amazing woman I've encountered in my post secondary career, and I adore you with every fibre of my being. Should I take on a Masters degree, I'm going to ask YOU to be my supervisor.

However, you and I talked in class today. You said you'd recieved the outline I sent you via e-mail, and that

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[mwffj]

Oh no!! I'm sorry about the muses.

Hush up muses!!!

[lithiumlaughter]

Don't apologize, hun. It only encourages them is most certainly not your fault. I just suck at self-control tonight.

On the bright side though, I've got them working for me now. Two pages worth of notes for this paper are now done, which feels close enough to productivity that I'm not going to go batshit insane.

Thanks again for your help with the fic. I really, really do appreciate it.

[fulguratus]

AWWWWWWWWWWWW

FLOGGING MOLL ZOMFGGGG

SOOOO JEALOUS!!

How was it BB?~~

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ZOMFG, BB.

SO GOOD. SO GOOD.

LIKE, SO EFFING GOOD I AM STILL GRINNING LIKE A MADWOMAN THREE DAYS LATER.

If they ever swing through your neck of the woods, GO. They are hella talented, and put on a live show like you wouldn't believe. The band is great, the fans are amazing (Molly's Army is INSANE), and there is nothing like screaming along to "Devil's Dance Floor" alongside hundreds (or more!) fellow fans. I seriously cannot gush enough about how great it was.