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Have heaps of work and need to be working through 'em, and yet, what do I want most to do right this moment? To spin a Snupin based on this passage from Thomas Hardy's Return of the Native:

"I have come," said the man, who was Wildeve. "You give me no peace. Why do you not leave me alone? I have seen your bonfire all the evening." The words were not without emotion, and retained their level tone as if by a careful equipoise between imminent extremes.

(Have been listening to my local library's cassettes of Alan Rickman reading this. As I mentioned over in my general journal, I'm finding it wicked fun -- it's pretty anti-romantic, when you get right down to it, and yet, when I heard Rickman utter the above-quoted lines, I instantly thought, "Oh, Severus..." *shakes head at self*)

Right. Marketing letters, then errands, then the treasurer's report, then editing... *sigh*

Why I Adore Fandom, part z4

This time, I blame xanthophyllippa: until I saw her turkeydor, I hadn't realized the Animagus Challenge was in fact a crack-a-thon. Instead of working on my report, I have been clicking through the various art links therein for the past 15 minutes and laughing myself sick. (Just the list alone ... eel... camel... heffalump... )

Must not read/write more porn until I finish the damn numbers! Aaaah!

ETA: Report done. Peacock!Harry posted. Am going to bed before y'all tempt me into even more trouble. *flees*