| 2nd October 1999 Friday |
[02 Oct 2009|04:45pm] |
I haven't had anything to complain about in what feels like a long time. It's weird. I might like it.
Antonin
I've begun to overdose on domestic bliss. I need to get gnomes or harpies or something drunk, and more importantly, me drunk. Feel like a night out? Tomorrow? Maybe come to dinner first and then we can set out on a mission.
Katharina
I've invited Antonin to dinner tomorrow night.
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