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This is so lame.

That's it.

I give up on trying to put the books back. Fuzzy little bastards just keep knocking them back off.

Olympics go into full swing tomorrow! One of my best friends will be competing in gymnastics. Her qualification round is Sunday.

If you're a betting person, put money on Jubilee to medal on the bars. And I don't say that because I'm biased.

What other locals are in London?

...Mom's decided we should keep her favorites out of the batch of furry things and that I am going to leave the shop to my employee for the afternoon tomorrow and join her for a drive out to the country where we release the others in a big ceremony of life affirmation or something like that.

...I think Mom got into the stash under the till again

It hasn't actually happened yet, but any ideas for getting rid of a pile of them really really fast would be welcome. They've eaten the offering packets, they've eaten the niche novelty stuff like the Budha shaped pasta, which I really think is pretty offensive anyway, but it's still a big seller, and have gotten into the hemp products, which they actually seem to enjoy. It does make them a little more mellow, but when they're mellow, they've started breeding MORE.

The last straw was when they found and ate my apple pie. My fucking apple pie. That alone means that these little bastards have to die.

We tried a banishing ritual, we tried just having them go outside, but none of that's actually working here. Mom's idea though? Craziest of all, and it's not happening. If I could have some evidence to show her why this sucks? I'd appreciate it.

Okay, so we're hosting a shindig for the Olympic's at Loki's Bar thing. On me, with feeds for the games, particularly our local boys & girls.

( And this will be -our- game. )

Tonight's self-defense class, Defending Against Multiplying Furballs, has been canceled due to nobody having a damn clue how to get rid of them all, yet, or at least nobody sharing that with the self-defense teacher.

In other news, having a broken hand makes it hard to type and harder to punch people. I'm sharing that in case you've never experienced it on your own, because it isn't really new news to me.

That's today's individual qualifiers (the Women's Individual 'ranking round') done. For the people not watching TV or radio or honestly, I don't even know if it's aired yet but I haven't been press-gagged or anything from my own blog: still in the game. It was just a ranking round so there's no medals or anything, but I placed, so I'm still going.

And, therefore, off until the 30th where I get to compete with 31 other people to go to the next qualifiers etc etc. You can count on me obnoxiously posting about each one, probably, though I'm not giving recaps, and I'm really not happy that I missed Im Dong-hyun setting the 72 arrow record because I was busy competing.

[Filtered to US Olympians, Finnick, Annie, Haymitch, Portia, Cinna, Ginny, Roy, Ollie and Corin]

SOMEHOW I DIDN'T DIE.

GOOD LUCK, OLYMPIANS!

I don't know any of you myself, I don't think, but I know there's some from around this area. I'll be watching you guys and cheering you on!

There is absolutely nothing about this that's good for sports.

Not even just not good for fencing; good for sports in general. Nothing!

I feel like I've been going around checking things off a list. 'Check up on X, do Y, talk about Z. Spill my guts out to U'. I mean there's not actually a list. Not even mentally.

That normal?

Tony, did you do experiments on Dexter? Why isn't he responding to me?

Ugh! These little fury things have completely stopped production on Black Widow three times today. At this rate I'm never going to get to go home. I'll have to sleep in my trailer. I'll be the poor little trailer actress girl who never gets to go home and see her family.

I'm not dead yet!

It just occurred to me that these little fuzzy things would make nice winter gloves or coats. Unless they become a protected species. But I don't think they will.

So, yes, I propose we use these little ones for lining instead of cute little bunny rabbits.

Mr. Gold? I'm sorry I didn't visit you in the hospital. It's too hard

Nothing like divided guilt to ruin what was an absolutely amazing opening ceremony. Seriously. Gorgeous and all ENGLISH and stuff. It's been good here. I've run into some people I vaguely know who are doing other shit now, and I've spent time with my amazing girlfriend and all kinds of stuff like that, but I've got one of those tough and shitty situations that I'm stuck in.

Do I go? Do I stay?

Do I choose the kid that I abandoned who is about to lose the one thing that's really defined him up to this point? Do I choose the girl I love who is facing a major once in a lifetime shot at something not many people get to even DO, who needs my support now more than ever, and another friend who can use support as well?

No matter what I choose, I'm going to hurt somebody here. No matter what I choose I'm going to be the bad guy, and no matter what I choose, it's still going to suck on one end or the other.

I have no idea what to do here. None. Why can't the answer ever be easy?

The Queen entered the Olympics via parachute with James Bond.

I have never been so proud to be technically British.

Who the hell let those things back in my OR? We had a system, people! This is a sterile environment, not a goddamn barn.