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Laundry! Damn. I knew there was a reason I was running out of clean clothes...

Also: I found my glasses. In the laundry pile. Sort of caught on one of those metal hangers you get from the dry cleaners. So...that's good to know. I mean, I have contacts, so I haven't actually been stumbling around blind for the last few weeks but...

Nothing is ever actually lost. It's just in my room somewhere. Jimmy Hoffa and the Holy Grail.

Anyone got a spare house elf? Please?

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A squirrel just fell off my roof and crashed into the tree outside my window. I may have screamed very loudly. No one in the house seemed too concerned. I mean, I followed the scream up with some squirrel-directed invective, so it was probably pretty clear that I was okay.



(Mr./Ms. Klutzy Squirrel? You are on notice. For the love of acorns and junk food, don't fall off my roof ever again.)