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ontologyYesterday began with me sitting about and feeling sorry for myself, because my iPod was refusing to work properly, and -- I am sure there was something else; I just remember being quite cross and listless. And then Sarah and Hannah and Victoria showed up at my door to kidnap me for the purpose of bringing Jonathan a spot of birthday cheer. (Here I felt terrifically guilty because I had thought his birthday wasn't for two more days.) So I grabbed some of the fresh cookies other people had been baking and we set off. We also decided to wear moustaches. Sarah and Hannah had just bought a package of stick-on ones, and it seemed like a good idea. I must say we looked most magnificent. Quite a lot of people stopped to look at us, which was vastly amusing -- the way they would walk past us, and then stop, turn round, and gape, thinking, I am sure, why on earth are a lot of attractive young ladies growing moustaches? Did I have my coffee this morning? Did I have all of my coffee this morning?
Anyway Jonathan was very surprised (especially because there were moustaches), and we were all very happy and cheerful therefore. Then we made fudge and played poker and set things on fire. (Only a few things.) It was the best day ever. Also, doing nice things for other people is rather comfortable and cheering, oddly enough. And the poker game gave me a lot of inspiration for the not-NaNo-anymore. Yes, I am one of those terrible people who views the entire world through what I happen to be writing at the time. But I had many interesting ideas about poker games played by a lot of disreputable Oxford boys and what sort of things might be put into the pot when there is magic involved. (Also someone -- Hannah? -- suggested that someone in dire straits bet their moustache. "Aha, you're out of money, Jenkins! Reckon you'll have to bet your shirt now!" "NO& I WON'T. I'VE STILL GOT SOMETHING LEFT." And he swiftly shaves off his moustache with his switchblade and throws it onto the table.)
And I came home and cookies were being baked -- although I was beginning to have a bad sugar headache from too many cookies and fudge and Hockmans truffles and sampling dough -- and the house was very warm and lovely smelling, and the fairy lights on the mantle and the Christmas tree seemed brighter and warmer and there-er than before, and I curled up with the iPod and fell wildly in love with Merlin (thanks to the splendid![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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This all sounds very cheery because I was very cheery yesterday but I did not like today at all, for varying reasons, some of which do not belong in a breezy post such as this one is. Also I had to go to work and I was very cross -- except so busy that I forgot to be cross -- people kept asking me, "how are you today?", and I would answer truthfully, "I have no idea." But it was the Busiest Shopping Day Of The Year and I could tell. My leg got very sore and I forgot to eat lunch before I left and hadn't had any breakfast either, but when Hannah and Mrs Meholick dropped by, they had mercy on me and got me a soft pretzel. It was the most delicious of all pretzels that have been baked since the dawn of time. The good thing about being horridly busy was that my shift went by very very quickly. And then there was a mess with my drawer because there was hardly time to count it out, and it was horrible, and I got out very late (but bought Ghirardelli peppermint bark to cheer me, and it was fifty percent off, too).
Tomorrow will be cold and wet and I will have to go to work again. Bah.
Anyway Jonathan was very surprised (especially because there were moustaches), and we were all very happy and cheerful therefore. Then we made fudge and played poker and set things on fire. (Only a few things.) It was the best day ever. Also, doing nice things for other people is rather comfortable and cheering, oddly enough. And the poker game gave me a lot of inspiration for the not-NaNo-anymore. Yes, I am one of those terrible people who views the entire world through what I happen to be writing at the time. But I had many interesting ideas about poker games played by a lot of disreputable Oxford boys and what sort of things might be put into the pot when there is magic involved. (Also someone -- Hannah? -- suggested that someone in dire straits bet their moustache. "Aha, you're out of money, Jenkins! Reckon you'll have to bet your shirt now!" "NO& I WON'T. I'VE STILL GOT SOMETHING LEFT." And he swiftly shaves off his moustache with his switchblade and throws it onto the table.)
And I came home and cookies were being baked -- although I was beginning to have a bad sugar headache from too many cookies and fudge and Hockmans truffles and sampling dough -- and the house was very warm and lovely smelling, and the fairy lights on the mantle and the Christmas tree seemed brighter and warmer and there-er than before, and I curled up with the iPod and fell wildly in love with Merlin (thanks to the splendid
such_heights), which is also cosy and fun even if Giles does wear leather gloves while eating his dinner (this is very impractical). (GIIIIILES! I LOVE YOU WHY ARE YOU WEARING A& SILLY CAPE. Everyone else I love you too! because you are all ridiculously adorable and British and have nice hair. Seriously, everybody has really great hair, from Gwen's cheery disarryed curls to Arthur's cultivately casual floppiness to Morganna's sleek black hair with the lovely wavy bits in front and Merlin's darling little fringe. Oh what, these things are important.) And I had cookies.This all sounds very cheery because I was very cheery yesterday but I did not like today at all, for varying reasons, some of which do not belong in a breezy post such as this one is. Also I had to go to work and I was very cross -- except so busy that I forgot to be cross -- people kept asking me, "how are you today?", and I would answer truthfully, "I have no idea." But it was the Busiest Shopping Day Of The Year and I could tell. My leg got very sore and I forgot to eat lunch before I left and hadn't had any breakfast either, but when Hannah and Mrs Meholick dropped by, they had mercy on me and got me a soft pretzel. It was the most delicious of all pretzels that have been baked since the dawn of time. The good thing about being horridly busy was that my shift went by very very quickly. And then there was a mess with my drawer because there was hardly time to count it out, and it was horrible, and I got out very late (but bought Ghirardelli peppermint bark to cheer me, and it was fifty percent off, too).
Tomorrow will be cold and wet and I will have to go to work again. Bah.
