{ I'll hold the lock and you turn the key. }

We are not talking about yesterday!

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Don't you hate it when you buy a box, and it is the perfect size, and then you buy something else to go in said box which means the box is not the perfect size any more? No? Just me then.

Anyway, this thing happened with boxes, and now it's annoying.

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Annual Postcard Exchange. I send you one; you, sometime, send me one! (Comments are screened over yonder.)

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I have never taken Lost seriously in that I get a kick out of just how insane it is, but guys, I had ~issues with this week's episode. Massive issues! Why do I even care at this point in the game, when I haven't up until now? SIGH.

Also, I once again skipped most of Glee (embarrassing! I can't deal with it) but I did love a) everything that is Quinn Fabray (where. is. she. living?) and b) the closing number. Terrible ballet! Excellent.

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I have been mini-marathoning Fringe in an attempt to catch up before season end. That is likely not going to happen, but I still love this show! Mostly I love ASTRID MOTHERFUCKING FARNSWORTH and Walter Bishop (plus handwriting) but I am also quite fond of Olivia and also any episode that features Sam Weiss.

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In an hour I will either be dying on the direct, or dying on the platform having just missed the direct by a stretch of knicker elastic. And that's life, folks.

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Things that I have argued about at work this week: my remit within the office; alphabetising the filing system; pens; plastic wallets. I-- this is my life! How! Is! This! My! Life! Alphabetising, for god's sake. As in: which way around the alphabet works! AS IN AN ACTUAL NEAR-ANGER ARGUMENT ABOUT THIS DAMN TOPIC.

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Now I have to try and squish things into a box that is too small for the sum of its contents. Good morning, y'all.