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[camwyn]

Memo to self: there is a reason you started using both your cell phone and your Blackberry as alarm clocks, and it was not so that you did not have to be lazy about the snooze button. It was so that no matter how groggy you were, you had to snap awake at least twice in order to make the demon noises go away.

Trans.: Woke up this morning at 8:30+ wondering why the hell I hadn't been awakened at 6:45 the way I had set the alarm to do.

And yes, this happens when I use the actual alarm clock, too. buggrit.

On a different note, my new pups appear to be doing quite well at Milliways, the new pups being the Brigadier (fiveroundsrapid) and the one I will refer to as Whistler the Elder (dontlooklisten). Today Whistler will probably begin tagging people at random with the IC excuse of "Whoa! Sorry, didn't mean to hit you/your table/your chair/whatever with the cane. You okay?" Ray's got more October Hell to deal with; he'll probably have a call in Van Cortlandt Park today, followed by 'hey, look what they found on the Green Point waterfront!'. Wells is going to be in his world far away from civilisation because it's the day before full moon, but I may millitime some stuff with him and other people, and Quinn's hopefully going to get an OOM today. He and Creedy went home with all the books and nonperishables they could carry. Oh, and the Brig* may get an OOM tonight set during one of the early scenes in Doctor Who And The Silurians.



*AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH TWENTY FIVE YEARS OF CANON WHAT AM I DOING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

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[camwyn]

Clocky was an appealing thought, but my bed's in a loft and I'm afraid it'd run off the edge and plummet to its doom, thus putting me back to square one.