What has two thumbs and has been really freaking busy? This guy.

Candlelight married two of our dear friends on Saturday, Charlie and Alyssa. I wish I could say I saw it coming but I really didn't and I don't think anyone else did. But whatever. It was beautiful and all that stuff that people talk about when they talk about weddings, or at least what they said when Laura and I got married, but what do I know.

I've been spending some good quality time with my dear Mel. She's very eager for Christmas to come and has prepared a nice list of things she wants for gifts. She also claims that she's planning something special for me, which is both endearing and a little scary, because who knows what that kid is going to come up with next.

Bet looks about ready to burst, my brother-in-law's going to welcome a kid in February. Babies everywhere. Not that we're complaining. I'll take it over the We're All Going To Die mentality of years past It makes me wonder how soon Laura's going to want to Lots of little bodies to spoil and we get to hand them back to mummy and daddy when they get fussy.

We're doing As You Like It, and we're having fun. It's up in another month and that's about all that can be said at this point. (P.S. I make an awesome bad guy, come see me.)

So, sorry Ian, but I will not be around for opening weekend. In fact, I may just have to miss this one altogether. I'm busy. Not only am I busy, I am busy in a foreign country. And I'm busy with Dennis. Who is now my husband.

We looked at our families and just realized eloping was about the only way to go about this.

We're in Athens for now but Monday we're going to take some time out and go around the country. See some ruins. Defile some temples. I would have loved to go to Italy, but well. Not a great place for our class of folk.

Anyway, hopefully by that time you all will have calmed down enough so that we can come back at the end of next week and not have to deal with the lot of you shouting at us. Lucy, I'm sorry I denied you the chance to be maid of honour, but I'm sure you'll understand.

Well, I was supposed to be having a lunch meeting with some personages of importance, but since there is apparently too much fun stuff going on in Wales, the Curentons had to cancel and now I am left here in the office with something I got in the cafeteria that looks like it might crawl away at any second. And now I have an hour and a half of myself doing nothing. I was going to get ahead on a piece I'm doing for publication elsewhere, but I will probably sit here and do nothing until it's time to go on to the next part of my day.

Oh, it's shepherd's pie. Not bad.

Last night was Lila's birthday, although when I dropped by in the evening there was no one home, so I guess I missed the party. That's okay, I'm a little old for teen parties anyway, I'd just be cramping style, etc. Still, I left my gift, Lila. I hope you got it. And if you didn't get kicked out of a foreign country you're still ahead of Joy, so whatever you did last night, it's okay.

I don't think that there's much else going on. Busy busy busy, everyone is just waiting for other people to get their shit together. I haven't seen Lucy or Ian for ages, but in the former case I think that has more to do with the new boyfriend than anything else and I don't know what the latter's problem is.

This has taken all of five minutes to write, the next eighty-five minutes are going to be boring. (And Dennis I know you're busy so don't think that give you permission to step into my office. You do work.)

Zoe, I haven't heard from you in awhile either, not since I saw your thing. You disappeared right after even though I stayed. I dragged Dennis and he was whining about needing a nap and a juicebox or something, so we left a little sooner than I thought I might.

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Cheers, boys and girls. The by weekend was nice but matches will be better.

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Finally found that damn Snitch this morning. Finally finished talking to everyone about it.

I'm going to go sleep now. Maybe.

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T.S. Eliot had clearly never met February when he said April was the cruelest month.

Happy Christmas everyone!

It's been a
Connollys had a good Christmas. There was egg nog but not rampant drunkenness (okay admittedly I went to bed pretty early, so there's no telling what happened after that) so I guess that's good. I had some nice gifts, so thanks everyone.

I'm glad we had such a great season so far. I could have made it b Floating to the top, that's us. I miss Devin on the bench but I got to invade last week to see little Jimmy and give him his Christmas gift -- a first Christmas! How lovely. He's becoming a very handsome little boy and I'm just glad I have the excuse of looking at baby things.

I did my hair again; blonde. Last time I was blonde I was I just needed something a bit brighter. I considered going back dark, because I am giving serious thought to going as my brother to Niamh and Dewi's birthdayversary. (I know what she's chosen but THAT would be telling and you're just going to have to come to the party to find out.) Of course, I don't own any clothing from 1979 anymore and I don't even know where I would get any so it would be a pretty shoddy reconstruction. I should just find something else.
Back to the drawing board.

I hope everyone's been having a good holiday.

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Candlelight's been doing on and off readings of Peer Gynt for a bit now. Mark told us all last night finally to bugger off, so I'm presuming he saw what he wants from everyone.

We do know the casting isn't going to get done before WADA has their final examinations and breaks for the holiday, so they don't blow off the tests. Which I suppose makes sense. I remember being a WADA student. Sometimes the memory makes me want to cry.

Ah well. Enough of that.

Instead I've been listening to Niamh talk about parties while we were supposed to be doing yoga. Mostly about Laura's, since her birthday is the 12th. And her own in January... and her boyfriend's? Jeez. No excuses for forgetting the SO's birthday then, I guess_____


She just stole my quill and told me to stop making fun of her. She needs to stop making fun of me.



A guy can't win.

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I'm sorry for stealing all the copies of Witch Weekly I could find and throwing them into the nearest fireplace.

EXCEPT I'M NOT and I don't see why it matters if I am or not since I can't get all the copies in Britain anyway and I STILL have detention for six nights -- one for every single one that I burned. GOOD.

I can't wait for this stupid term to be over and go home.