HAPPY BIRTHDAY, iceetoile ! Your house-elf smut will be forthcoming shortly. *smiles evilly in manner calculated to strike fear into the hearts of all who ship unpervertedly* (You know I've seen and read Hagrid/Dobby smut? With undertones of Harry/Dobby smut? Not to mention the Harry/Hedwig smut - and it's always smut, that's the most disturbing thing - that will one day take over this fandom and it's little dog too.)

Oh, all right. Only joking.

So it's FINALLY mid-term. A whole week free from ALL ART, Sharon's narcisstic whining, Mary's indecision as to whether she wants to be helped to quit smoking or not, Una's hatred of Green Day and Suzanne's...actually, I will miss Suzanne and her excellent take-offs of Tommy Tiernan. ('Who were you talkin' to, with your big happy man-face on you?' 'You were ridin' him with yer EYES!') I love my friends, but I love being able to listen to myself (and Barry) think even better. I need some time off, too, as I appear to have signed my soul away to write: Harry/Draco with house-elf weddings, Harry/Draco for BB, Harry/Ginny and main-pairing Lily/James, as well as other projects (such as the house-elf smut).

Anyone in Ireland should really avail of the Golden Disc's '3 for 30 euro' offer (for crying out loud, about thirteen European countries use the euro and there are STILL NO EURO SIGNS on any keyboard). The range is, naturally, limited, but it's a good deal all the same. I got Mean Girls, Cruel Intentions and the Urban Hymns album. Not to mention I wandered across to Eason's and ended up buying The Wee Free Men. (Of course you want to know all about my shopping list, in exhaustive detail! This is what they call a 'given'. After all I can't tell my mother, who in spite of  seeing me with a new book every three days, remains blithely unaware of the fact that she never sees any of the change from the fifty quid she gives me every week. I am physcially uncapable of not spending money when I have money, and also I am morally bankrupt, and yet she asks me every morning if I'm okay for money. Ehm. Long may it continue! Hear hear.)

Anyone had the Mars Bar drink? It's quite nice, if a bit gloopy. Sharon actually tutted when she saw me with it. She was there, 'How do you get away with eating stuff like that, and a muffin every day, and Kit-Kats at break, and Dr Pepper, and not break out in spots and turn into Tessie Ten Tonne?' Which is a bit rich coming from a size-ten ex-model. I pointed out that I weigh eleven stone, and even offered to share, but she would none, she gives you thanks, just kept on...and on...and on...for ten hours...she's lucky her flat has Sky, otherwise her assets would be way down.