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[Jul. 31st, 2010|09:52 pm] |
It is ten in the evening and I just left the office. While I am not complaining about this at all (Barnabus! I swear. I love my job), I just realised that I really want Emmeline and I to adopt a kitten but I haven't even made food for myself in over a week now - I've been mooching off my sister and my roommate. How am I going to take care of a kitten if I can't even feed myself? The poor thing will end up drinking a bottle of wine with me for dinner when there isn't someone else around to care for it.
Perhaps it is the luckiest cat in the world.
[Emmeline]
What should we name this kitten we are now getting? If you've changed your mind about it, I'm sorry but you are too late. We are now getting a kitten. You are not allowed to put it into a casserole either.
[Order]
If anyone needs me to take over any surveillance shifts because of the two mini-Order members joining us, let me know. I can't do anything tomorrow, but any other day this week I should be able to manage. I'm not talking to just the parents either - if anyone needs relief, let me know.
[Barnabas Cuffe]
I think I'm starting to feel a bit under the weather - would you mind giving me a lighter load this week in case I need to take a bit of time off? |
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[Jul. 19th, 2010|04:06 pm] |
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Someone amuse me please. Nothing is happening at work right now. I have been waiting an hour for a statement from the owner of The Golden Dragon and it doesn't look like I'm going to get one anytime soon. I've already read the Prophet and done all the puzzles in the back, and all I want to do right now is head home to my couch and Emmeline's macaroni casserole and listen to music until my programme comes on the wireless. |
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