March 11th, 2009

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I forgot about March the 11th, forgive me, fandom!

(for those who do not know, it is a due South thing)

Quoth Buck Frobisher:
They have called this day the eleventh of March. And whom-so-ever of you gets through this day unless you are shot in the head or somehow slain you will stand a hipnal when e'er you hear the name again and you will get excited at the name March the eleventh. We happy few, we few, we band of brothers our names will be as like household names. Those who are not here be they sleeping or doing something else, they will feel themselves - sort of crappy. Because they are not here to, to join the fight. On this day March the eleventh!

Today was one of those solo buzzy days. Bbd was correcting the evil that is the pharmacy refusing to give dosk the right pills. (The wrong pills have colours that make him very ill).

I didn't get into doing anything of much significance nor did I carpe the diem. I did clean out Twit. Woah! Too much excitement!

The tired and the apathetic thing seems to be making itself comfortable.

The Seekrit Weapon: Hugh Dillon singing Reel to Reel - streaming link from cbc radio 3 if you need to know.

Cheerful and upbeat = good for the buzzy.