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It's weird this, at once like and unlike Mole coming back to his dusty old house in The Wind In The Willows. Because, *swipes at cobwebs*, I think I'd quite like to live here again. I'm not really a water rat, after all. And so
( An Essays of Feelings, in which Almost Everything is Illuminated... )

An inordinate amount of my flist are doing Nanowrimo. Unfortunately I am writing a dissertation and the two seem somewhat incompatible. I usually end up doing my own personal June nano anyway (two years running, ever since uni sucked me in) so its not a big thing, but it makes me feel somewhat miserable. So, yeah. There are three reasons why I ( Read more... )

also translated as "why live in the world when you can live in your head?" And  words to that affect. Actually, I think this post is probably a cracked out cross between meta and introspective self-obsession. Intro-self-meta? Yes, well...*

So, I have a slight problem. Not a Big Problem, true, but nonetheless something that is Not Ideal for a girl ( Read more... )