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[31 May 2010|12:15am] |
[Warded Private]
Back in Amesbury and the cottage is fucking freezing. Can't even take my bloody coat off, hate fucking moving. Mood's shot. Nerves are shredded. I didn't mean to shout at Bird but she's been whining so much. Christ above, when I shout and she flinches I can't feel lower.
I need to get on top of this. There's a new hateable thing now, and it's that moment when I wake in the morning, those moments when I forget they're dead.
I miss my brother brothers.
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[10 May 2010|01:06pm] |
[Warded to Amelia Bones:]I've never been the best at keeping up with time. I hope it's not too late to thank you for the owl you sent -- I'm referring to the birthday greetings?. I haven't had the occasion to have much of the whisky, but the biscuits were delicious.
That'sThat's a joke.
In any case -- thank you. I understand you have a very busy schedule and a very busy life, and it was good of you to think of me. Especially in light of everything.
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[18 Mar 2010|09:39pm] |
[Warded to Douglas]
I don't like the idea of Sarah being alone during the day. Any chance of you, all of you, visiting your family for the next while? She needs company. She needs someone there to make su I'll do the wards on your parents' place even, we'll lock it down. I can be there soon as tomorrow. Just Anyway. I'll see you tomorrow. Just for a short while. In the morning.
[Warded to Sarah]
I'll be over in the morning.
I fucked up, Sa I'll make breakfast.
[Warded to Morgan]
I saw about Gibbon. It's I can see how it'd be unsettling.
Don't mean to be a bother if you're on the clock. Just struck me, is all.
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[04 Mar 2010|12:14pm] |
[Warded to Douglas]
I've been invited to a fancy dress party. If there was anything to make Fenwick regret being blown to smithereens, right? Look what fun he's missi
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[26 Feb 2010|01:33pm] |
Alright, she's not wearing a hat, but given she puts up with me on a daily basis I figure the only thing she should be wearing is a medal anyway. Unfortunately I don't have one of those on hand.
My contribution:
( Wave Wand to See Picture )
( Warded to Douglas )
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| Feb 02, 1980 |
[02 Feb 2010|11:58am] |
[Warded Priva
[Warded to Caradoc Dearborn]
We need to talk. After tomorrow.
[Warded to Sarah Cornfoot]
Any chance of my taking Lizzie out to a movie tonight?
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| Jan 27th, 1980. |
[27 Jan 2010|10:49pm] |
[Warded to Benjy Fenwick, Caradoc Dearborn, & Douglas Cornfoot]
I just found a scrap of paper in the pocket of a jacket I wore in Atlantis. It says Buy Flowers. Judging from the scrawl I assume I was drunk, so question is: which of you wanted flowers?
And Fenwick, if you write one word of poetry in these books, I'm punching you in the balls. I don't care if it breaks the jar Greta keeps them in, I'll do it.
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[24 Jan 2010|01:55pm] |
[Warded to Am
[Warded to Ameli
[Warded to Amelia Bones]
I wanted to apologise for my behaviour at your home the other night. There's no use trying to excuse it: I was rude. You were gracious enough to invite me, and it was disrespectful for me not to be thankful for it.
I'm sorry.
[Warded to Sarah Cornfoot]
Any interest in lunch this week? At the cottage. You could bring the children. I spent yesterday making sure to cover up all the sharp edges around here, so it's theoretically Lizzie proofed.
Mostly I would like a chance to prove I can act like a civilised human being. One who will be making sandwiches.
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[16 Jan 2010|02:22am] |
[Warded Private]
Atlantis this weekend for Douglas' birthday. Tired just thinking about it. I've got Bird going over to mum & dad's the morning, giving us early afternoon to sort out that cold coming in through the downstairs window. Should probably pack. Will no doubt end up sleeping instead. Hopefully.
I'm supposed to use this book to write out my feelings thoughts, but -- what's worth writing? Anything I'm moved to write about is not anything I'm moved to forget, and Merlin, it's not as if I want to record my thoughts for future fucking generations.
Alright.
With every day that passes I think of something else I wanted him to kno
Better sleep. Without rest more apt to throttle friends, don't want to throttle friends, illegal to throttle friends.
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[31 Dec 2009|01:07am] |
New Year's resolution: to actually write in this book. Proper write in it, not just skulking about.
Merry belated Christmas.
( Warded Private )
( Warded to Sarah )
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