{ The eternal footman is no one to fuck with. }

[delga]

Dear eljay, I am dying.

At least, that's how it feels right now. My head is full of yuck because of the cold I contracted from my cousin, and my hay fever picked today of all days to flare up. So I am sitting here at my desk and crying the way people with hayfever cry. It is a nightmare and yet I'd rather be here than go home. I would totally take the rest of today and tomorrow off except for the fact that I'd much rather die here than in front of my parents. Shit is complicated, y'all.

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If you use two dashes on email posting, eljay won't post the rest of the content. Hence the long spaces. I'll edit those when I get home. If I ever get home. My temperature is up, but the building is hot anyway and I don't think the sun is going to make things easy for me today, either.

In other news, I have a shitload of contracts waiting to be written and no accompanying letters. Thank you, Corporate Overloads.

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I would talk about happier things except it's been over a fortnight since I've sat down to do anything by myself (for myself). Which is to say, I have fandom stacking up at home, and no time to catch up as of yet. This weekend should bring some time, and I'm going to the Rotary Quiz on Saturday, so hopefully I'll do some catching up. But I miss some of the things I used to do for leisure. I wanted to make icons the other night and was thwarted by (a) lack of software due to my laptop being useless in that regard, and (b) lack of time due to the fact that I now go to sleep at 10 every night. I know, I know. I'm so boring. It's ridiculous.

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Things that are true: omigosh, guys, y'all are having birthdays and the like, or exams, or passing exams or, you know, your lives are continuing. I am reading but commenting is sometimes difficult due to connectivity issues whilst on the train. But I'm around, I swear. Please carry on being utterly wonderful.

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edit: fixed. It's a weird kind of poetry when I post like that.