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[fahye]

Rereading my replies to all the beautiful comments people left on Fortuna Fugit, I don't know why the spelling police haven't dragged me somewhere and SHOT me, ugh. It was so so hot yesterday and it is so so hot today that just moving my fingers feebly over the laptop keyboard takes up all of my energy. None left over for thinking or correct spelling.

I'm going to go and have a cold shower, then do the washing up, then finish packing for Sydney. Which is a good thing considering that I leave in, um, three hours.

But first, a tiny requisite Les Mis flail. EVERY MAN WILL BE A KING. kfldhjdhdh. I think I'm going to have to listen to the whole musical on the bus to Sydney, and try really really hard not to sing along and piss off the other passengers.

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[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

*Sends good wishes* Must have new address.

[littledust.livejournal.com]

DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING?

Which recording do you have? I have reluctantly conceded that no recorded Eponine will ever make me happy.

[skygiants]

Who caaaares about your lonely soul?
We strive towards a higher goal!

Oh Les Mis. *hugs it and newly rediscovered love*

[genarti]

Now I have a craving to listen to Les Mis. THE WHOLE THING. ALL THROUGH.

Which is a problem, as I lost all my mp3s of it a few years ago. Um. I wonder if Sandry has it?

Oh, doomed French revolutionary melodrama. *hugs them all*

[skygiants]

>.>

If she doesn't, let me know, and I can probably hook you up.

In a TOTALLY LEGAL FASHION, of course.