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February 18th, 2007 (04:14 pm)

All right, if you don't have your articles in for the paper, get them in. It's going into its first edition a week from Monday, and I'll be tracking you all down and opening your brains.

I'm a workaholic. I know it. I've been pulling double shifts at the Round Table-- if anyone wants a job, we're so understaffed I think we'd hire a primate-- and working late on the newspaper. Still thinking about the play.

And I think I'm getting sick again... but I can't think like that. Thinking positive wards off viruses. It's not medically proven or anything. But it's... look, it's all I've got right now, okay?

I just think I'm running myself ragged. I'm exhausted... cranky, even. I'm not acting like myself. It's like I can't quite think clearly and I've been having weird dreams. (Not like WEIRD weird dreams, not like... those kind people were having a few months back... but weird ones nonetheless).

I feel awful for anyone who has to deal with me.


Posted by: w.s. (stealthyshaxper)
Posted at: February 19th, 2007 01:00 am (UTC)
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Aww, take care of yourself Lucy, really. Come by my house sometime and we can hang out.

Maybe I could get a job at the Round Table...

Posted by: Emilie du Chatelet (mon_emi)
Posted at: February 19th, 2007 02:59 am (UTC)

I might be able to get a job at the Round Table. I've been needing one. I might head over there tomorrow or so and look into it.

Posted by: Emilio Salgari (tano_pirata)
Posted at: February 19th, 2007 08:44 pm (UTC)

You told me I couldn't come to the Round Table anymore 'cuz I distracted you.

Imagine if I worked there. And I feel wonderful having to deal with you, princess.

Posted by: John Keats (keats_john)
Posted at: February 20th, 2007 05:17 am (UTC)

Oh, gosh, I'm awfully sorry, Lucy. I forgot you asked me to write for the paper, and now I don't have time. Also, because I'm thick as a plank, I don't have any ideas. I owe you, okay?

I hope you're not ill.

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