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God, I'm tired. Sick & so very tired of working six days/week, the heat is killing me, I can't find the energy to do anything when I'm not at work, the apartment's a mess, I need a haircut, even though strangely enough people say I should grow them out again. And just when I thought I at least wouldn't have to drive out to the horse this week, Ch. calls me and she's been kicked by one of the horses on the paddock and could I...? ::sigh:: Barely managed a morning run today. Left work at 4, had pizza. Made cold coffee.


More thoughts about HBP...

( Snape, mostly. Spoilers. Duh )