PeepThisJack
If you are very lucky, I may write a new entry for the blog today.
| I have finally fixed the Twitter feed on Peep This Diary. You may expect me to be regaling you with detailed accounts of my bowel movements. |
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| Undergoing a mild metaphysical crisis. Or possibly a hangover. |
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| Note to self: Conservative politicians are to be bribed, Liberals blackmailed. Reverse this rule at your peril. |
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| I need something to replace Saucy Scullery Maids at the Unicorn. It's getting a bit tired. Are people into washerwomen these days? |
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| Gave S & B a portrait I had commissioned of them. Yes, it's true that she has a lot more teeth in real life, but I do think she overreacted. |
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| Working on a new post. I have been doing some thinking. |
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| I am so bored right now that I would even consider attempting conversation with Patrick, were he not sleeping. |
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| Attempting to learn some Spanish so I can tell Captain Araoz he's a worthless freeloader in his own language. |
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| Patrick just brought home the most absurd hat I have ever seen. I told him he cut a very fine figure, and was able to refrain from laughing. |
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| Taking a quick trip into town to victimize Catholics with Edward. |
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| Went to water Bucephalus and found Sean sleeping it off in the stable. Left him with a pail of water and some oats. |
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| Did not sleep well last night. Too much yellow bile, I think. This may require a goodly number of leeches, I'm afraid. |
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| @PeepThisPatrick is cooking pigs' feet to make a jelly for one of his ludicrous experiments. Looking for an excuse to leave the house. |
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| The hanging was a bit of a bust last night. Honestly, the things that pass for entertainment nowadays... |
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| Off to see a hanging! |
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| Sean is over again this evening, hiding from his wife. We are playing German Whist and pretending not to hear the howling at the door. |
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| A Nightmare in Three Acts ...: You will notice that we have been absent from these pages for some we.. http://tinyurl.com/6qzm2o |
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| Awoke early after a late night in my cups. In my confusion, I urinated upon my breeches this a.m. I'm sure the merchant's guild won't notice |
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| There is much talk at parliament of a Papist conspiracy. My recommendation is that we round them all up and burn them. |
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