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burntcopperSaturday was spent at my aunt's 60th, where so much fricking food was consumed that me and two cousins were sitting there at one point going 'owwwwww' as our stomachs hurt mightily. Also, not anywhere near enough Pimms. The most anyone got was two glasses. Thus we were very pouty.
Sunday... hmm. Mostly lazy. In which we lazed. Cut out most of the skirt for Gryffindor Cheerleader. Watched Dr Who. Squeed like a mad thing. 'Ladies, your ratings just went up.' God I love Jack. And the Doctor telling him every two minutes to stop flirting. And :grumble: about BBC cuts. Damn them. There's fanservice to be done here!
Tomorrow, data entry. Blegh. Brain will turn to cheese and there is no way to stop it...
Sunday... hmm. Mostly lazy. In which we lazed. Cut out most of the skirt for Gryffindor Cheerleader. Watched Dr Who. Squeed like a mad thing. 'Ladies, your ratings just went up.' God I love Jack. And the Doctor telling him every two minutes to stop flirting. And :grumble: about BBC cuts. Damn them. There's fanservice to be done here!
Tomorrow, data entry. Blegh. Brain will turn to cheese and there is no way to stop it...
