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January: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
February: How is it possible to go to bed perfectly healthy and wake up with horrible 'flu?
March: Ce matin, j'ai acheter un nouveau poison rouge!
April: Glastonbury tickets.
May: I thought the Faint weren't playing at Glastonbury.
June: We've got our Glastonbury tickets.
July: Glastonbury was top of the tops, Brian Wilson made me very happy indeed.
August: So, it's August.
September: I think I've lost the will to live.
October: So, how great is Lost?
November: I'm WELL ill.
December: I seem to have accidentally bought a kitten...
So, Four months (A quarter of the year, haha) of Glastonbury excitement. Two months of illness. Two months of new pet excitement and Francophilia. One month of homicidal rage brought on by computer troubles. One month of being surprised at how quickly the year is going. One month of suspecting I have lost the will to live. One month of Lost excitement. That sounds about right, actually.