Not dead. Yet.

[chess]

My LJ-post at 5am was eaten. I'm quite annoyed by this.

Although I'd like to still be asleep, I think that messing up my sleep patterns is a Bad Plan. Also, I was mostly having a particularly miserable and pathetic dream about the police trying to call me on my mobile phone about a 'terrorist' email I'd sent as a joke in the early hours of the morning, but the signal being weak where I was walking in the middle of nowhere, and none of the numbers being callable back.

I wonder if the assassin that took a photo of Ewan managed to keep it to upload somewhere.

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[naath.livejournal.com]

For reference it was Hannah.

But I think that he made her delete it, he doesn't like being photographed.

[chess]

Which was precisely why I was persuading drunk assassins to do so; he tends to be a lot more polite to people he doesn't know. Not that it was a very good photograph anyway, because the room was a bit crowded.

[naath.livejournal.com]

Indeed. You have to use *stealth* to get pictures of Ewan. I however am camererless.