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[02 Mar 2008|09:29pm] |
Why is it the tea is the soul center of the Universe? Or at least Great Britain. No matter what time of day it is, it's always time for tea. Like now, for instance, Earl Grey, the good bloke, is sitting next to me in a lovely little porcelain cup steaming away all friendly and warm like. And even earlier, I had tea for dinner, and before that with my lunch, only it was cold because I let it sit out too long, then lost my wand. And low and behold, I had it for breakfast, too!
Why tea?
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[19 Feb 2008|08:21pm] |
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I'm trying to PROCRASTINATE. So ... ENTERTAIN ME.
HELP THE CAUSE
REVOLT AGAINST HOUSE WORK
God, my cat hates me.
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