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After two very long weeks doing nothing, an extremely mellow and relaxing NYE, and the flu bug from hell, I think I'm finally back in business and ready to start Running Around Like Mad Trying To Do Absolutely Everything (tm) again.
I'll be in Soton on Friday for the last Emanate (how many last Emanates are there going to be anyway? I thought the metal room was doing poorly. Wankers), and classes start again on Monday; I need to sit down and take note of my essay deadlines because writing them the night before is really not good for me, and probably not good for the essays either.
I meant to do Useful Stuff today like finally haul my arse to the Citizens Advice Bureau, but no cigar; the entire Courtauld network is inacessible; I have no intarwebz until this is sorted (probably Monday; the IT department are also still on vacation) which means that I couldn't find the specific address for the CAB nor could I print the emails between me and the shipping company so as to explain my predicament.
I gave up and went to Andrea's instead. We dug up some ancient (May '06, before I went back to Greece) post-Slimelight, post-afterparty, post-general fullblown candle-burning pictures of extreme hilarity - we both look a bit dead.... And my hair looks very short! It needs to be done again, this time with more pictorial evidence.
In an incredibly blonde moment, I also managed to slam my forehead into the metal frame of my chair and briefly had a small bump there. Go me.
I'll be in Soton on Friday for the last Emanate (how many last Emanates are there going to be anyway? I thought the metal room was doing poorly. Wankers), and classes start again on Monday; I need to sit down and take note of my essay deadlines because writing them the night before is really not good for me, and probably not good for the essays either.
I meant to do Useful Stuff today like finally haul my arse to the Citizens Advice Bureau, but no cigar; the entire Courtauld network is inacessible; I have no intarwebz until this is sorted (probably Monday; the IT department are also still on vacation) which means that I couldn't find the specific address for the CAB nor could I print the emails between me and the shipping company so as to explain my predicament.
I gave up and went to Andrea's instead. We dug up some ancient (May '06, before I went back to Greece) post-Slimelight, post-afterparty, post-general fullblown candle-burning pictures of extreme hilarity - we both look a bit dead.... And my hair looks very short! It needs to be done again, this time with more pictorial evidence.
In an incredibly blonde moment, I also managed to slam my forehead into the metal frame of my chair and briefly had a small bump there. Go me.