Remus J. Lupin

Chicken Pox.
I think I've come down with more illnesses here than I ever have in the whole of my life. How in the world does one go about getting chicken pox anymore?
I slept through most of it, thank heavens, and am still not contagious. I just look like a leper.

Though according to Sirius, I live my life constantly on the brink of a porno, and he is quite jealous. I had to cancel on my students for the past two weeks, and as a result, have received well wishes from about 14 people, all of whom are women, and many of them have sent well wishes more than once, and containing chocolates. One of them was quite, well...perhaps I should not elaborate.

I told him that I'm not certain, but it must be the sweater vests. They speak of pure animalistic magnetism. The sweater says good conservative boy, but the sleeveless vest says wild child, too sexy for his sleeves, a la bad 90's music.

I'm not sure he understood the reference, so I was forced to demonstrate that my love of collecting bad songs still exists, which was a horrible mistake. He is currently shuffling through records and finding the most terrible music possible, and singing it at the top of his lungs. He's going to get me evicted.

...I am too tired to deal with this.

All of my white shirts are now purple. I was too lazy so I took my clothes to a cleaner, and she turned my white shirts purple. Of course she's going to replace them, but until she does, I now have a copious amount of purple shirts. Purple isn't even flattering on me.
Now I feel like Dumbledore.




I need more Wolfsbane. And chocolate.

I simply refuse to admit I am this disorganized!
I just spent the past bloody two weeks trying to find this stupid journal.
Of course, I wouldn't have had to if I didn't need to move out of tha-

Damn.

I just moved. I was sort of starting to like where I was. Yes, it was small, but I've always preferred the simpler things. Now I live closer to a university, though, and I'm applying there as an official tutor, instead of freelance. My income is relatively well right now, but it would be splendid to have it fixed rather this constantly vacillation of funds.

One of my students is quite pleasant, I must say. He's got quite the artistic eye, and my new flat actually has a few of his paintings up that he's been working on. I even have a few of Teddy's. And a room. Which is very odd.

I almost now feel as if I need a pet. Though I suspect I would be quite dreadful with a pet. I'm thinking a cat.

Is it strange to be a werewolf and a cat person? They're so self sufficient.

Well...I have to say this world is full of interesting developments.

Not the least of which is a particular brand of chocolate that doesn't just contain liquor on the interior cream filling, but is actually made with it in the cocoa recipe somehow. Without destroying it's potency.

You can make hot chocolate with it, cookies...drunk cookies.

This is not a good combination. This world is going to turn me into a scurvy infested lush of a werewolf with a giant bum from sitting around and reading. Honestly, I've never had the luxury of finances or time to buy all these sorts of books. This is a terrible place for my health.

The moons come too soon.

[Private to Teddy]
Did you get the book?
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[Private to S. Snape]
Is it possible to build up an immunity to Wolfsbane?
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[Private to Lily]
I haven't heard from you in long enough.
Would you like to have dinner? I'll bring brandy and hot cocoa.
I also have a fantastic collection of old Muggle Movies, including Some Like it Hot. Are you interested?
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[Private to Teddy]
I haven't heard from you in far too long, pup. Is something wrong?
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I found a copy of The Prince. I've purchased that, Alice in Wonderland, Peter Pan, The Lost World, and various others. Too many to name. I have come to realize that the reason for the sparsity of my cupboards is due to the obvious surplus of books.

Truly, it is a sad day when the written word seems more important than not, say, contracting scurvy.

[Private to Lily and James]
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I need to talk to you both.
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[Private to Teddy]
There's a restaurant I found out here called the Bistro. It's organic, with a rather large Vegan selection. Would you like to meet there?
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Being an adult and making choices for yourself is not all it's cracked up to be. It's amazing that I lived as long as I did, and still think that.