Angel Grove Net

The telly has given me so many good hours of doing nothing.

I ate too many chocolate biscuits, now my stomach is upset.

So, being James Potter all of a sudden gives me a lot of advantages. Ones I'd never considered before. It's bloody brilliant.

Why is the Divine in this world a man?

I miss Sirius. I also don't know how any of this universe works, why people disappear and reappear.

I was legitimately shocked on my way into work today to be given a blank look when I wished the barista a Merry Christmas and he looked confused, and then had it confirmed when I got here that there are no twelve days of it anymore. Does everyone honestly simply go back to normal on January 2nd, just like that?

If that is the case, then I suppose I need to make the last one count. Is anyone here interested in doing something for the new year, even though, to be quite honest, the urge to drink myself completely insensible in the company of other people faded a good twenty years ago. Not that I am at all opposed to drinking now, in the right circumstances, and I think a bit more than is apparently the cultural milieu of the decade, but I do enjoy being able to taste my wine and brandy.

Is anyone here interested in going on some sort of expedition somewhere we can actually hear ourselves speak or to my apartment for a sort of...

New Year's Eve for civilized people, perhaps? If there are enough of us, we ought to try to coordinate a little, I should think, and leave the crazy teen and twenty year old lot to get up to...whatever they do anymore, again.

Oh bloody hell. I..... I read the books. I need a drink.

I got asked for my autograph today, that was incredibly strange. I don't know how to handle that when it happens.

These chocolate biscuits in America are so much better than biscuits back home. You hush up, Evans, Black. Before you say a word.

So... what is this, then? Why am I here? What is this world like?