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I did in fact win the Who Will Sit With Me game on the airplane, as the seat next to me was empty. The trip was pretty uneventful, all told. Okay, so we didn't watch Master and Commander, we watched Disney's Halloween Treat instead. (YES. I FOUND A COPY. I AM KING. And yes, I will upload, but not until a little closer to Hallowe'en, mwahahahaha).

But tomorrow we probably will watch M&C. Tomorrow I also have to fax the cosigner's agreement to the leasing office. Listen to how grownup that sounds.

Mum has said that now that we're Gas Barons I can even pick out a couch from Ikea for my new flat. STFU, I love Ikea, those crazy Nordicfolk will build anything if you give them a hex key and some blond wood. She also gently suggested that I buy a frame for my bed, since while I like sleeping with the box-frame on the floor it's not so good for you in subzero winters. She herself bought a down duvet for her bed and a nice pair of pearl earrings.

We're easily pleased by things that are warm and/or sparkly, it appears.

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I sat down this evening and went through all the privatelocked LJ entries for the last two months (generally where I put random notes), both text files labeled "junk" on my desktop, and the chaotic mess that was my to-do list. Everything is now tidied away nicely and my to-do list is sharply organised into things I have to do per day.

Oh god. Oh god, it's so long. And tomorrow's is mostly stuff I want to do. I found about a jillion unfinished fics, too, and god only knows when I'll get to write those. I think part of it is the terror that -- like Sweet Home, Stealing Harry, Amid My Solitude, and Cartographer's Craft -- anything I start as a one-off will end in 20-plus chapters of omg, make it stop.

On the news this evening there was a story about "miniature" cows and how this one ranch keeps them as pets, to the point of hiring babysitters for them when the ranch owners go away. At the end of the segment, of course, they cut back to the news anchor.

News Anchor: *smirking* What do you pay a babysitter for cows?
Mum: *immediately* MOO-LA.

You no longer need wonder why I hear things like "cats were murdered in the middle ages because they were thought to be plague-carriers" and immediately say, without thinking, "they were so pussycuted."

It's GENETIC.