I have this weird urge to dance around with an inflatable guitar and then crash through a window. The image keeps popping up in my mind at inappropriate moments.
Speaking of inappropriate things... hmm. Bloody sixth formers.
I have too much to do and should really start doing some of it. Blaaaaaaahhhhhhhh...
I look back at my old entries - from university days in-particular - and find myself recoiling in shock and disgust from the screen of my beautiful (though sadly dying) old imac. What the hell was my problem
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