Spammage.

Sarted reading HBP today in realisation that someone is going to release a spoiler very soon. No names, none at all, no.
Cleaning out the study so Mum can move in, seeing as I don't use it. It's like an excavation, junk from the last 6+ years, richly layered. Still no amazing discoveries. CD wallet and EB voucher* still at large. Curses.
Hmmm... shall have to remove that coffee cup before I need to start charging it rent.
Number of tiny fluffy toys found- 12. I don't have it in me to throw away birthday/christmas/post cards less than 3 years old. Also throwing away shiny covered information books, like driving ed books, UWA course guides etc. Many, many.
Clicky old keyboard. I miss this old place. My PC was always the home of my creative writing, maybe the freedom of the laptop has killed that old feeling. Last time I was on here I wrote actual prose, so maybe this is the key to my writer's block, or maybe it's time to move on and leave childish dreams of publication behind.
Oh lord, and the bookshelves will need emptying. So many stupid old books, and children's encylcopedias.
Fluffy toy update- 16.
Also a variety of boxes that hold nothing larger than pocket change.
I must be ruthless.
Uni timetable = blah. Due to doubling up of units, I am there for a very short period of time. On the other hand, I will be there in the mornings a lot, probably blurry; I was never a morning person. Much knitting shall be done, w00t. Please let there be people to talk/listen to.

Also, much dust and empty tim-tam packets. For shame, Katie, for shame.

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