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OH MY GOD, you guys.

My show starts tonight, I have to go to the theatre in just over an hour, I'm still streaming with cold. I'm mostly... twitching as I wait until I can take my hyper-strong (PLEASE GOD) decongestant, and cooking myself soup because what else can one doooo?

Soup in question started out as chicken, then morphed into leek and potato and is now some weird amalgam involving ham and whole red chilli because dammit if I can't taste anything, I'm going for nutritional benefit.

And now, flatleaf parsley.

Um um um.

Inhaling steam! Let's DO THAT.
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Oh my god, my little kitty is satanic. :(

She killed a little bird this morning, and yet again left just feathers - and a whole, perfectly formed and cleaned little birdy heart. Just what you want to deal with when you first get up!

In other news, my whole house smells of cake, due to Rectory Fair tomorrow. My town is indeed stupendously English.
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So, who knows anything about plumbing?

The toilet tank... thing is dripping from the bottom. It had started going through the ceiling by the time I noticed, though I think I've done as much as I can there - dried the floor and put down buckets both upstairs and down. But seriously. Dripping like crazy. I don't want to flush the damn thing in case it explodes or something, but wouldn't draining it somehow be better? I don't know how to turn off the water. I am alone in the house, and I don't think anyone else is getting back for a while.

And I'm still in quite a startling amount of pain, though that takes second place.

Sent my parents a flailing email, because I was too hysterical to actually talk, may regain use of my voice enough to phone later. Do not ask me to call a plumber, I will die. Right now my plan is to wake myself every few hours tonight to empty the water bucket, then by the time housemates get back tomorrow, Debbie can call her mother, who owns this place.

Help me.
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So, there is this policewoman who left me about five messages while I was on holiday. I left a message for her to say I was here now, but she hasn't got back yet, and now I have to ring her again. WAH.

The funny thing is, I actually can't think why it would be. Maybe I lost something with my name on it? I don't know.

IF I GO TO JAIL, YOU ALL HAVE TO VISIT ME.

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