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Trying to access the net from my mother's house is fast becoming an exercise in futility. I have no idea if any of the comments I've replied to have actually gone through or not. Argh. How I hate this. If I had the time, I'd run back over to the apartment and just work there. So much nicer. The only good part of this is the sound: every time my computer does something wrong, Alan Rickman starts yelling.

But Cate will be here soon, and we will run away! There will be food and conversation and merriment. Happiness.

Kim called me last night, in a state of great inebriation. She pulled down the shower curtain while we were talking. Silly girl. I promised I would help her with her Russian. Especially because I'm going to kick Three Piece Suit boy's ass for pestering her. Just because I can, probably. That, and I like playing Knight Protector for some of my less fearsome female friends.

This weekend looks quite promising from here. Hopefully on Sunday I'll get to pick Tom's brain on a million random topics. I bet I will have shiny, girly toenails by then too.