Finnigan's RPG

You know the pepperup can kick in at any time now. Any time at all. It feels like my cat is permanently camped out on my fucking face with all the pressure around my eyes.

I should be asleep right now, like all the other people who work late, but since I can barely breathe through my shitty nose that isn't really happening.

Echo thinks me being awake at this hour it's a fucking excellent excuse to demand attention. If he'd just curl up and go to sleep that would be nice.

Anyone wants me I'll be dying quietly, well, aside for the times I'm hacking up half my bastard lungs.

Like I said. Anytime for the pepperup to start doing something useful would be marvellous.

( Owl Delivery to Mr. Charles Weasley )

Officially not a fan of this weather.

Leaving Friday morning for the Greek Isles area. I've got a two-bedroom place if anyone fancies a weekend getaway involving sun, sand, and fruity drinks with little umbrellas.

Bit of a mishap with my first attempt at making pittas yesterday. I think that one's going to need a few goes to get right. This batch is probably more useful as coasters.

In tastier news, the sandwich of the week is a pumpkin cheese toastie because it's October and I can't resist.

Who: Charlie & Theo
What: Charlie is poorly, Theo is worried
Where: Charlie's place
When: After this
Rating: TBD

( When I hurt I’ve got this perfect little medicine, bright enough to blind the sun, it makes my itches interesting )

Alicia -- The house is set for move in any time you like. I know there's packing to be done and we've still got to sit down with the twins (I assume?), but I wanted to let you know and see if you have any thoughts?

Theo -- I'd love to meet soon to chat about the job at my lab. What do you thinK? Are you still interested?