Nothing is working out like it's supposed to, damn it.

This week was supposed to be my stay home all day, do nothing but write and finish my exchange fic (which is already over due, but I did get an extension so I'm not totally cursed with the threat of writing Weasley smut for the rest of my life. Yet.) and maybe knit a bit.

Saturday I had to spend the early part of the day braving the Commisary for groceries for Turkey day with Sarah - we're eating with her and Alex, she's doing most of the cooking (I hope) but I've been volunteered to help. Why we thought it would be safe to brave the wilds of the on-post grocery store on the Saturday before Turkey day, I do not know. Just for future reference, it's a Very. Bad. Idea.

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Nothing is working out like it's supposed to, damn it.

This week was supposed to be my stay home all day, do nothing but write and finish my exchange fic (which is already over due, but I did get an extension so I'm not totally cursed with the threat of writing Weasley smut for the rest of my life. Yet.) and maybe knit a bit.

Saturday I had to spend the early part of the day braving the Commisary for groceries for Turkey day with Sarah - we're eating with her and Alex, she's doing most of the cooking (I hope) but I've been volunteered to help. Why we thought it would be safe to brave the wilds of the on-post grocery store on the Saturday before Turkey day, I do not know. Just for future reference, it's a Very. Bad. Idea.

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