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| 09:58pm 17/08/2005 |
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mood:  confused music: Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy, Queen
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Hmm...working isn't exactly what it's cracked up to be. I've just been hired as the sous chef at Tadfield Manor, and already I've been kicked to the curb by a taxi, wandered around, found my room (which is lovely, by the way- I must thank ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) sister_mary_laq when I actually see her), met Adam for the first time in months, had him tell me that the Apocalypse is being brought about again and then wander off as cool as you please, then had a customer request snake flambe and virgin blood. Well. Live at the Manor seems to be getting odder and odder by the moment, and I've barely been there half a day. |
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