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Wow I left work on such a creative buzz it's not even funny. I didn't even mind so much getting stuck at the post office behind this Russian guy on a cell phone doing package after package at the self serve kiosk (none of which were ready for shipping and needed all kinds of fussing with). Nor did I mind having to stop at Target and forgetting half of what I went in for.

After finishing errands and chatting with mom (she's home and feeling so much better, the procedure was a complete success) I ate a quick meal then washed all the dishes and scrubbed my tub at long bloody last. I figured that was enough housework and started recording Cupid episodes while creating a couple of necessary new icons :) Then I plunked down to work on a drawing for the first time in ages. I felt a little bad about not doing anything dance related, but I can get back to exercising tonight.

Oh, and the meeting went well yesterday, not as well as I'd hoped, but I can't complain so thanks for all the crossed fingers and well wishes!

I hate to do this to you

But I just had my morning swallowed up by yet another of thetreacletart's exquisite Snupin stories, The Very Air He Breathed

It would be his magnum opus. It would earn him a place in history as the single greatest Potions master to have ever skinned a Shrivelfig. There would be awards and accolades given during extravagant ceremonies where his name would be sung and his genius exalted.

There might even be a ball.

But, he would then have to attend said ball, and he so hated the blasted things. Okay, scratch that -- no ball. Some other method would have to be found to pay tribute to his brilliance because it was nothing short of brilliant.
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Lesser men would have given up long ago. The “badger incident” alone would have sworn some off potion making for a lifetime. But he was a Snape and failure wasn't an option--it was a way of life, and frankly he'd had enough.

What are you still doing here? Go read, now!!!