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I am so glad it is Friday. This week, my god, this week. My fire escape is still blocked by tuckpointers, Fail's out for the third day in a row, I've taken Charitable Getting apart and now it won't go back together, and Bernard emailed me the other day. Did I mention that? He wants me to come to God and also wants to pay me for half of whatever I'm getting Mum for Mother's Day. Brevity being the soul of bloodlust, I wrote back "No. Don't email me."

(For those of you just joining us, my younger brother and I are estranged due to his being a fundamentalist dick and nearly destroying my family about two years ago. He is also a BNF in another fandom. This causes me endless lulz.)

In happier news, Kunzang Palul Choling succeeded in raising the money needed to pay off their bank loan and keep their temple. Hurrah! A good deed well done. (See what I did there? Deed? Get it?)

I think I'm going to buzz Fox&Obel on my way home from work and pick up some nominous groceries. Cheese and something from the butcher's case and fresh bakery bread and something made out of chocolate....

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I am home, which is the best thing that can be said about today. It was a stupid day.

My bank froze my account because I tried to pay a Google Adwords bill with it (the bill came to six cents, apparently that sounds fraudulent to them) and nothing I want to download will download and I fell over in Fox&Obel while shopping and I bought Pimms with the specific intent of getting drunk to celebrate the end of the week and here's what I got instead:

FOOD POISONING.

You know the real reason Morris Dancers go out dancing on the first of May? It's because they want to beat April with sticks. And rightly so.