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One of my fellow admins this morning pointed out to me that the fact that I can't breathe through my nose right now doesn't necessarily mean I'm getting sick.

"It might be allergies!" she said, with the manic cheer of someone on some kind of intense medication.

I've never had allergies before and seriously, you guys, I have nothing but sympathy for those that do, because oh my god this sucks.

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So, according to gossip (take that for what it's worth) David Tennant is dating Georgia Moffett, who is Peter Davison's daughter.

For those of you who don't know what this means, I've worked it out.



( With Pictures! )

*bows* Thank you.

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So one of the Bluesmen came over this evening, and we were sitting around, and I was filling him in on That Girl and her Flipout, because he'd only heard what R had to tell and if I say so myself the mild, toast-eating, three-am tantrum spectating I did was pretty funny.

"So are you going to call her?" he asked R, and I could have shot him.

"No, man, we're over. I asked her not to call me for a few days," he said.

"And she called you?" I asked.

"Is that why you had your phone off, man?"

"Sixteen times," R said. "She called me sixteen times in twenty hours."

I don't know what it is about R that turns reasonably normal women into raving lunatics. All I know is that I? Have seen the last of That Dog. Forever.