subject: mad week--day one
mood: pained
music: library at two
CPCetc: sign number three-hundred seventy-two that you're crazy=...
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Madrigal dinners start on Sunday. We don't know the after-dessert concert music. We don't know our lines. We do know the traditional dinner music, but if we didn't we'd be even more ass-raped than we are now. And that would not be good. My ass cannot take any more rape. It wants love only. *comforts ass*

For the second day in a row, I've managed to acquire a stomach ache, for whatever reason. Belly is not particularly pleased with me, I think. I know that you didn't want food last night but damnit, Belly, you try saying no to Mum! That's right. You can't. Especially not when she's offering clotted cream and scones. And especially when you say "No thanks" and automatically get the "Oh my Gosh are you anorexic?????" look. See the pain, Belly? See the inability to do anything? Yes. Exactly. Not stop making distraught noises! *distraught noise sounds from Belly* Aw, fuck me.

Grr. Madrigals summons with a fiery breath and threatening voice. Oy vay.

Kiri! >^.^< ~...