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Mainly friends-only, but mostly because I don't want people I know to stumble across me talking about them.
Go on, friend me. I'm easy. -
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Am not sure whether the fact I haven't won a single game of solitaire in the past four days is a sign of the impending apocalypse, or whether even my computer is telling me to get off my backside and write the last 2,000 words. -
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My icon is entirely appropriate.
7 and a half days to go. Am screwed, and not in a good way, either. -
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I think I have goblins. I swear I didn't leave my room this untidy when I left. -
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The definition of boredom: I have just spent an hour playing checkers. With myself. (I won, three games to two, by the way). -
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I knew it was going to be a bad day when I tipped an entire pot of Bovril over myself this morning. It went downhill from there, really. -
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My room has been overtaken by the Wet Laundry of Doom (tm). Mmm-hmm, yes. -
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My mother has, rather randomly, sent me fudge and a passport papers. I can only therefore conclude that 1) my aunt has been down, bring the customary tonne of fudge, 2) my passport is going to run out soon and 3) we are going on holiday in the summer. -
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V E S P E R S
In which the abbot speaks again with the visitors, and William has some astounding ideas for deciphering the riddle of the labyrinth and succeeds in the most rational way. Then William and Adso eat cheese in batter.
Umberto Eco - The Name of the Rose
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bbarden is holding my Christmas card ransom from me. I think that is highly unfair, because now I don't get my Christmas card until the New Year. Most unfair, I think.
And he didn't save me any pineapple juice. My day went right downhill after that.