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Man, it's so weird writing Eustace being very, very competent. (No, seriously, very competent. Most of the banter from this chapter has been dropped in favor of action and competence. Also plot reasons, but mostly action and competence.)

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Making dinner is exhausting. How the fuck do people do this every night? *falls over*

(I worked in extra time so dinner wouldn't be late again, like it usually is when I cook it, except this time it was half an hour early ARGH.)

My mother has gone off to Japan as of Tuesday, which means for the first two nights my dad and I ate reheated pizza and lasagna, and then tonight I went, "I shall make macaroni and cheese and chicken!" So I made macaroni and cheese (should have used cream, but we didn't have any) and cardamom honey chicken, and baked them, and then did all the (many) dishes, and then ate dinner, and now I want to fall over and die. I would have made salad, but we are out of tomatoes, but I did also make bread.