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[squeefulfish]

I can hear the oncoming screech of a deadline. That can only mean one thing - someone has cut off the water to my house. Someone out there seems to think I do things better and faster without easy access to coffee. Now for the half hour trek to Spar to buy water. Bother.

Edit, like you care: I have coffee. Not talking to anyone for another 1500 words. Of waffle. About my severe lack of communication skills when being observed in a totally artificial environment. Gods, have to watch my performance again now. *whimper* I do not look cute in that uniform!