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I woke up this morning thinking the world was ending (and not just because of the Zombie Apocalypse). I had three German exams today, for which I did not revise one iota. So I get in the room, shaking with terror, and discover that I CAN SPEAK GERMAN. Seriously. How the fuck did that happen?
I know pride comes before a fall and all that, but I'm feeling reasonably confident, considering this morning I was thinking that I'd jeopardised my entire academic career. So we'll see.
I went into Waterstones today (hahaha, they must hate me, I sit in their big red sofa and read, and buy something maybe once every four months) and bought a ticket to Armistead Maupin's reading on the tenth, and the guy needed a name for some reason, so I gave him my new name, and he said conspiratorially, "are you M?". Seriously. WTF? Who's M? Why would I be M? Is my new name the real name of a secret agent? That would be hot. Or possibly, he misheard me, and thought my new surname was spelt with an M (which is still confusing, but more plausible). Less hot. Oh well.
New word, people: ZOMOS. Zombie Homoseckshuals. Spread it like a Rage Virus, k?