Not entirely wrong, I suppose. It can, however, dampen the backyard, the cellar, and all efforts to get into University today.

..what a shame.

Knowing what our future child might look like is making me glad that I took care of that potential fertility in my twenties. I know it's biologically impossible, but better safe than sorry ( Read more... )

As per the subject line, graduation came off with nary a hitch - good job all round despite any misgivings I might have had. Mum, Mari and Valentine conspired to get me food-addled on celebratory pancakes as a precursor to getting sodden, which turned out to be a fairly good idea in light of the sheer volume of Glenmore's consumed. I say Glenmore's ( Read more... )

Absent though it may be, the universe is more or less working as it should.

Graduation tomorrow. Fingers crossed for it to go smoothly, hm?

Times I've been assured Gary Barlow is incomprehensibly erotic: 100,000 ( Read more... )

The usual flurry of activity has yet to explain to me the sudden and exceptionally distressing appearance of Alex Miller in London. Valentine says it's just a commission. I suppose it might be? Reserving judgement ( Read more... )

It's satisfying to find something in your life that you feel you were born to do. I've been fortunate enough to find several such things, but apparently destiny doesn't preclude injury and I seem to have put my knee out. Apparently not as nimble as I used to be? Ty seems to think so, anyway - he's been ringing to laugh down the phone all week ( Read more... )

Like bad parking and slow walking wasn't enough, being forcibly reminded of peoples taste for drama has left me with slim hope for the future of the human race ( Read more... )

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Apart from wilting beneath what appears to be relentless sunshine, I have to admit I've had a fairly spectacular day. Whoever bought me a gym membership will, however, still be shot.