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Grr! Argh! Brains!

I'm alive, I survived, it was good.

I got much compliments from people about my choice of filthy assistant.

More later, when I actually have time.

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crystal_storm
Apr. 19th, 2006 02:42 am (UTC)
excellent!

how long you in melbourne for?
halloranelder
Apr. 19th, 2006 02:51 pm (UTC)
Flying back Friday afternoon unfortunatly, much as I would love to stay longer.

Great to see you again.
ozisim
Apr. 19th, 2006 03:08 am (UTC)
*nods*
although, I realised on the way home that I never got her real name...
wilderdash
Apr. 19th, 2006 01:48 pm (UTC)
It's Elspeth. :)
halloranelder
Apr. 19th, 2006 02:51 pm (UTC)
No it isn't, she's lying! :)
wilderdash
Apr. 19th, 2006 11:09 pm (UTC)
Damn that cunning lass! She's as devious as she is beautiful, talented and funny.
Which is to say, extremely so. ;)
ozisim
Apr. 20th, 2006 01:49 am (UTC)
*blinks*
Too early...
But you simply must bring her with you to Pheno.
We insist.
tefkin
Apr. 19th, 2006 03:55 am (UTC)
Yummy
Yummy and a great roleplayer. Good catch.
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