potions_master @ 2003-07-17 22:47:00

Current mood:	blank
Current music:	incessant chattering

Three may keep a secret, if two of them be dead.
We are in Yemen.

Miss Chang has gotten into some qat which has her ceaselessly chatty. There is no alcohol here. The tea has mint in it. The natives expect me to eat with my hands.

Yemen is barren. Yemen is improperly hot. Yemen is teeming with Muggles and their weaponry.

I hate Yemen.

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