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That Girl is still calling and texting R on a daily basis. She's...downgraded? Upgraded? Expanded into calling him "cruel" for refusing to panic that she's moving to Arizona (uh huh, suuuure she is) and get back together with her. Seriously. Text messages on the hour.

Thank god she doesn't have my phone number. Not that I would answer, because answering telephones is all right if you like that sort of thing but it's not for the likes of me. :D

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Bread is baked, dishes and laundry done, kitchen reasonably clean, groceries ordered, and the stack of paper in the corner of the counter has been filed or scanned according to need. I've ordered a handful of books from Amazon ("Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Book" for me, "The Omnivore's Dilemma" for Mum, mainly for the chapter on green renewable farming) and R's mum's rent check is ready to mail. I've put beef and chicken into the fridge to defrost for tomorrow's grilling.

I even cleaned up my Del accounts. I have four of them now, which seems a trifle excessive, but not really when you consider I have copperbadge for my regular bookmarks, tw_fic for my Torchwood reccs (it's been updated!), myreadinglist for keeping track of books I want from the library, and a miscellaneous account that I use during the week to mark anything I think is interesting but haven't the energy to file properly at the moment. And no, you don't get to look at my miscellaneous account, because it would indicate my untidy mind and salacious personal tastes. :D

The only thing I dislike about del is that you can't rearrange the order in which your bookmarks are posted. But let's face it: if you could, I would spend all my time obsessively sorting. And that's what tags are for.

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Saturday night; Cubs won; Doctor Who is on the television and I am eating popcorn. Must be time for Three Things!

Spoilers for Episode 4.11: ( Turn Left )

3a. Seriously, would it have killed them to give Ross Jenkins a fucking cameo?