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[23 May 2003|10:57am]
[ mood | exhausted ]

Duo's party is nearing...ah, dangerously, can we say?

I'm not sure if I'm going to go anymore. After all, who would I talk to? Duo, yes...who else? Quatre's not likely to forget how I almost turned him into a shish-kabob and if the other gundam pilots see me (and they're in a bad mood) then...I'm in trouble.

Besides, there's so much work to do. Now that Une finally told me about those riots and what they're about. I can't believe it! How does SHE know and I don't? I'm the one who's putting out all these small fires so the Preventers don't notice...how on earth did this riot get to the point that she noticed and I didn't?

I dressed up as a French woman the other day. The accent, outfit, and all. (After all, I AM in Paris...) I went down to the place where my sources tell me most of the riots are starting. And I was surprised to see that it wasn't some of the old soldiers starting these riots like we originally thought...but children.

I know what you're thinking. I'm not a grandmother, nor am I a full-fledged adult by age. Key phrase: BY AGE. I've seen (and started) a lot more than my age will tell people. But then again, didn't we all?

These were kids, ages 12, 13, and maybe 14, fighting. They WANTED a war. They NEEDED a war. War provided jobs for soldiers...any available ones. But now, in times of peace...where do the children with no home go? Nowhere.

I was talking with an old friend, Matthias. (he's also my assistant) We agreed that if it can be arranged, we'd start a small (well, maybe not SMALL) foundation to send homeless children to a boarding school...that wasn't so damn strict. I'd like to do that. I really would. But there's so much work to do. I don't know whether I can get it all done...

And besides, I have to clear it by the ESUN...*unladylike snort*

...but I never did with Yellow Rose, so maybe...

hm...

*sigh*

Coffee break's over. My rules, I have to play by them. Even if I don't play by anyone else's...

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Too much work... [23 May 2003|09:34pm]
[ mood | stressed ]

The party is tomorrow, I believe. (at least that was what I could surmise from a Monsieur screaming over the voice mail) I'm planning to go. I am SO adamant to go, that I had a rather hectic day today, trying to get my work done so that I wouldn't be lagging in my paperwork. I am extremely loth as to share the details of my day when a certain Duo Maxwell can see it easily, but I suppose it will provide some laughs (lord knows we need some) and if it doesn't...saves me from embarressment.

4:30 AM: Woke up
5:00 AM: Walks into YR Paris station (disguised as a fire station)
5:30 AM: While working, am jumped by my assistant's, Matthias's cat (which he creatively named Cat), which he brought to work for some awkward reason.
6:15 AM: Visited by few friends/former-classmates-who-I-strangely-keep-contact-with (who don't know about YR) and have food shoved down my throat.
6:30 AM: To keep up impression of a fire station, a rookie decides to start a fire drill. Very convincing. However, right when you've been jumped by a cat and had food shoved down your throat, a loud ringing noise that happens to be right next to your ear is uncalled for.
6:45 AM: Kindly shove "friends" out the door.
8:30 AM: Decide to take a short break and run downtown to a fast food place only to find Matthias there. Run back to work with no food. (I think he's following me)
11:00 AM: Sneak out of office for a desperately needed coffee break. Crawl past Matthias's desk so that he does not see.
12:45 PM: Right when I'm half done, I mix up the finished paperwork with the unfinished. Compared to shriek right after, Duo's voice mail is NOTHING!
2:30 PM: Finally sorted everything out.
3:00 PM: Checked on disk. Very well encrypted. Someone is clearly hiding something and took every precaution necessary to hide it.
3:30 PM: Another riot in downtown Paris. Disguise self and other employees as a convincing looking garbageman and sneak into middle of riot. Found out interesting information/gossip on Weaver. (how is it that I never pay attention to the IMPORTANT people)
*Things go downhill nicely from here*

Right now: Am sitting at desk, putrid smell still hanging in air, disk has loaded 75% and I still have a ton of paperwork to finish and sort.

Looks like someone won't be getting any sleep tonight.

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