Far too late to sound coherent...

I need a dictionary. I also need a sewing machine. I can't sew for shit once it gets twilight and I have to put the light on, because I can't see a thing when it comes to sewing something black. It doesn't help, of course, that the one day I planned to wake up early I didn't. I spend weeks waking up by about 7or 8 am, or even earlier, when there is absolutely no need. And last night, I didn't bother set the alarm, because I knew I'd wake up anyway. Yeah. Right. Sod's law... So I'm slightly behind with the cloak, not that it matters. Not having it ready merely stops me from going out, which really isn't a bad thing.
And yeah. I need a dictionary. All this German sound outside is diluting my command of the English language. It's utterly off-pissing a bit annoying, really. I think tomorrow I might put in an order to Amazon. Some Jane Austen would be nice. And maybe I find some Scott Cunningham I haven't got yet. And I really fancy reading Mists of Avalon again, too. The book shops here have six English books for choice: HP1-6...

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The iMac is now at the repair shop *sigh*. I did stress that I don't have a back-up, and they sounded kind of understanding, so I'm hoping I'll get my data back... Anyways, it should take about a week, and they reckon it's a network/power thing, so hopefully I won't be completely skinned. But even if, I'd rather have Tracero back to continue writing than having to think of writing the entire beginning again... That would seriously suck.
Since we had to go to town to drop off the iMac, we visited the xmas market. It was nice enough. I got some more ink for my quill, I find writing with a quill is immensely therapeutic. Little One got a breakfast plate with a skull on it *smirk*. Morbid little kid he is... And we both enjoyed crepes, mine with cheese, his with Nutella. I think tomorrow, we might go watch Goblet of Fire again. I wasn't going to see it again at the cinema, but alas, he's been nagging me, and I don't mind, to be honest.