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Spare. Pillowcases. I had two and now I don't. I deliberately didn't put them on before I left because I knew S's friend was going to be using my room and wanted to give a gentle hint that she should borrow S's spare pillows instead of using mine. Because while I'm all for letting people sleep on my bed, they can damn well use their own pillows to save me on washing. Unfortunately, pillowcases are now gone, possibly because I left them out by accident and she used them and S's washing them but forgot to tell me or, more likely, I accidently took them home with me because they were there and I wasn't thinking. Only, I would've sworn I'd put them back in the cupboard.

My memory is starting to seriously concern me. Wallet, pillowcases, two things in under a week when usually I'm just fine at this stuff. This isn't anywhere near the wallet issue, I'll just go back into town tomorrow and buy some cheap ones but still. They were in the damned cupboard! I swear to the deity of your choice that they were!

Really though... confused but not so bothered. I had ice cream soda with dinner and fresh strawberries. Fresh. Strawberries. Right now, it'll take more than some misplaced pillowcases to ruin my day.

In other news: Dear Roger, stressing me out is Andy's job. Quit it, right now.

A little bit of love because you still won and you probably could do with it at the moment,

Clo

Also? I have hate for the BBC for not showing Andy's match today. And probably not tomorrow either. I DO NOT HAVE DIGITAL TV HERE PEOPLE. See me so not caring about Nadal vs Hewitt, especially if it takes away Andy time. First time I want to watch tennis in months, watch the TV scheduling screw it up. Gee, thanks. (Fresh. Strawberries. If I keep saying it, nothing seems so bad.)

Going to bed. Before midnight. Call the record book people.