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Just had to hand in one of the worst rapports I've ever written. I kew it was complete and utter crap and missing stuff, but I'd reached the deadline and had to call it quits. Had been panicking the entire weekend over two seperat matters so I just couldn't get my mind around it. Fear has a way of numbing the brain so that nothing with any intellectual significans comes out. It's stuck in freeze. On the brighter side, last night was brilliant in many ways. Mix pirate and party and you've got a wonderful combination. There was no end to all the sleezy jokes of "argh, may I shiver your timber, drop anchor in you port" and so on. Also someone I thought was pissed at me apparantly wasn't, and was in fact in a very embrassive mood instead. Huge relief as I'd spent most of the day moaning to two friends about it, poor things.