Okay. I am tired of seeing this stupid doll mentioned absolutely everywhere. So, to set the record straight:

No, I do not want the doll. And rejecting it isn't rude, it's honest. And if my friends think they're going to give me some sex toy and call it love, then I am concerned for their sanity and wonder if they know me at all.

I'm also a little on edge, for which I apologise for. I'm going to be at work or asleep for most of the time until I finish up at around midnight, Thursday. Please, please, flatmates - just try to keep the flat tidy! I think I'll cry otherwise.

Private to Self:
I need to write this down so it's clear in my mind, so:

If I get off at midnight and go straight home, then I can crash for at least five hours, so when I wake up I can get the bathroom and the kitchen ship-shape before Ritchie or Terry need to use it in the morning. I'm not insane enough to attempt cleaning it as soon as I get home after my shift. At least, I think I'm not insane enough to do so.

Anyway, then I'll attack the rest of the house, Apparate to Cornwall and see Dad and his irritating girlfriend for breakfast. Note, owl Howell today and plead for him to pretty please be there!

After breakfast, must meet Ginny to shop for party.

Then, birthday lunch with Mum and must remember to collect the cake she said she bake from her house before I head back here.

If either of the flatmates are around, must ask if they'd pretty please help me clean up any other mess and set up.

Prepare food.

Get dressed.

If I have left over time, nap. Although, I don't anticipate it.

Sometimes I wonder why I moved out at all.
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Just a reminder, the party starts at SEVEN PM. It doesn't matter if you haven't R.S.V.P.'d. I'll have drinks, but please B.Y.O. too I can't afford that much alcohol like the invitation said.