Finnigan's RPG

I've been trying out some new recipes. I wouldn't mind some taste-testers if anyone has some time. I promise it's nothing odd. No gross things mixed with other gross things.

An issue of the Quibbler is coming on Wednesday. If you would like a copy, let me know. I need to make a new updated list of customers.

( Owl and Packages for Marcus Flint )

[Warded to Alicia] -- I've been thinking about what you asked and well... We should talk. Wednesday night? Can you get the sitter for the twins?

How is it I'm less than two weeks into the practice season and I've all ready lost track of the day of the week? I woke up today thinking it was Saturday and last Friday I could swear it was already Monday. There isn't a potion for that, is there?

I love having kids around, they give me an excuse to make sweets (sorry Ali). This being said, I made chocolate cupcakes with chocolate frosting and rainbow sprinkles.

In adult news, I had an interview today. I had another on Friday and I'm curious which one, if either, will respond.

I guess this explains the cupcakes.

I am looking forward to my blessedly comfortable, empty bed. I need sleep.

[Warded private]

Combining a day of training with an evening of rehearsals for the end-of-summer show is getting less and less fun. I mean I can do it, but my body lets me know about it. And if I have to smile sweetly at one of those kids for half an hour while she criticises my age and race for another evening I will snap and kill the little idiot.

I mean really. I know it's learned, but they need to unlearn. NOW. Before I hex them and have to deal with the Ministry.

I can do the moves. No I never went on pointe. Some of us had to change our dreams. At least it's only once a week at the moment.

[End ward]

After wine. I need wine.