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I'm just happy. Really fucking happy (Okay, I'm not I'm really fucking sad. But...). I'm not even bothered by the fangirlishness of the whole shebang, and the fact that the entire affair reeks of NME and the smell of money, WHO THE FUCK CARES? Ah. The one day I'm over in Niamh's for the night, avoiding the internet like the Plague (albeit for a House night, we watched 8 episodes! And washed her car with this powerwasher and met a nice horse that we called Wooster), and my oh my do I wish I was there.