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The whole sticking-to-canon bit? HARDEST THING EVER. Especially since I can't seem to get in a canon mood, or find the time for it. (Drat being short-handed, my morning reading time is gone.)

Today was the Mondayest Monday that work has turned out in a long time. But after work--oh, after work:

--Jen was Lily, then she was Arabella, then she was Sibyll, then she was Winky, then she was Dobby. Dobby stuck.

--We created life in a glass bowl. Amelia got primordial goo all over her hands. Then she ate it. (We found out later that she had prematurely removed the goo from the kangaroo, depriving it in her impatient greed of its ability to hop forward. Bad goddess of creation, bad!) Then I tucked the kangaroo over my ear, Amy pressed the starfish to her nose, and we got back to work.

--We made a machine to answer profound questions, powered by an ant walking a treadmill. One question we asked was, "Are you dead?"

--Cheap divine rats were devoured while Alastor's identical twin owl was born.

--Many hysterical phone calls were made, involving squeeing, sex scenes, and Amy getting permission to be Shelley for about fifteen hours.

Also hair dye, cheap Evian, and dowel rods.

Do I have great friends or what?