I am not emotionally equipped to handle three seperate rejections (curiously, in three seperate formats) in the span of a week. Think it may be time to take a little break from reality. Either that or revert to the flinging myself off things fantasy
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Dreamt about you last night, oddly. Or rather, it was an odd dream. My subconscious seems to think you live in some kind of M C Escher-inspired ginormous house. You don't do you? ;)
I love you, baby. xx
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And our house is, I think, normal-ish size for six people. Possibly a little small actually! But we shall find room for you, no worries :)
Love you loads ♥
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It was like ... this huge hostel thing. With many people besides us and the rest of your family. I don't know what that was about! The previous dream was about a version of Oxford that was on a remote island. So clearly I am just going mad. Again. :)
I know I always ask but, can I help? Write stories? Bring things from Oxford? Sing things from the Mikado? (Though probably that wouldn't help ... ) I think I pretty much just want to do violence to the universe at the moment. Its behaviour is just not on at the moment.
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I kid. Mostly. Um, fic is always fab, you know that. You were talking about Toby/Will and I was intrigued? I miss Oxford like burning, but I can't think of anything you could carry to me on an airplane (Hannah, pistachio icecream, chicken pesto sandwiches, the OFS theatre, adequate transport systems). I'm glad you enjoyed Mikado though, and I look forward to a full report when I see you! It sounds like it was much pretty.
And yes, we need a teleporter of some kind, clearly. But I shall try and make the being-with-my-family part much less stressful than the plane-train part :)
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