What's going on? I haven't opened this thing in a while, and I don't get the Prophet. People seem distressed though. Ron, did you really get shoved in front of a train? I'm highly confused. Would someone care to explain it to me?

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It's dark. The light in my room is out. It's so easy to just use Lumos, but then uncle would wonder where I got the light from. I've got a small candle by my bedside. That's about as much light as I'm going to have.... oh, except for my clock. We're out of bulbs. Need to go shopping for those at some point I suppose.

Work has been less than satisfactory. Don't know why I keep going back. Getting another job would be ideal. Ah but where? I can't be a wizard, and I'm quite clueless as to how to be a believable Muggle. I'm almost certain the children at the diner all know. They just stare at me as if something about me leaves them curious. Little children only though. After five years, they change. They become like everyone else. Oblivious to the subtleties of the nature around them. Not me. I know them only too well.

I'm cranky again. It's April first, but really, there's no fooling anyone as to how my mood is. That's quite clear. Tomorrow's going to be a nasty day. I'm taking it off.

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It's odd having a day off. I always feel more tired then than I do when I work. I've heard that the body likes to be punished. When you give it too much sleep, it only wants more. Which was why I tried to get myself up before I slept in far too much. Still didn't fix the problem though. Oh well.... I suppose I'll have to take a walk later to get the blood flowing again.

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I sort of miss Quidditch You are all terribly amusing on these things.

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