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Fack it's hot.
It's midnight and it's HOT, did I say HOT, and I have a wet flannel draped over my bosom and my elbow is sticking to the table and my computer, which has been on all day, is about to burst into flames.
My mother tells me that brick flats hold heat. You're kidding. No, I really never knew that. *sweats*
Today I got to go to the bank and say out loud 'I am about to bank a cheque for [large serious adult amount of money]' and watch the assistant manager jolt awake and run around the bank doing everything for me and make other people wait and call me by my first name (I was tempted to say 'That's MS Sophrosyne to you, serf!') so I could swank out all growned-up and cheque-depositing and stuff. That was kind of cool. God, listen to me, what a prole.
The spot on the side of my face has metastasised and now I have a hideous huge brown blotch, honestly, it's like necrosis or something: highly, highly unattractive. I may SCAR.
Meanwhile, Rome is just simply EXCELLENT and I am totally hooked and not just because I get to see attractive penises and hear the word 'cunt' in patrician Roman/British accents, but also the houses in it are incredibly authentic and I should like to live in one (very cool and summer-friendly). And it has the kid from Master and Commander in it playing a very cranky and pissy and adorable youngster Octavian. And James Purefoy has one hell of a body. As does Polly Walker, and she's wicked, so it's all good.
It's midnight and it's HOT, did I say HOT, and I have a wet flannel draped over my bosom and my elbow is sticking to the table and my computer, which has been on all day, is about to burst into flames.
My mother tells me that brick flats hold heat. You're kidding. No, I really never knew that. *sweats*
Today I got to go to the bank and say out loud 'I am about to bank a cheque for [large serious adult amount of money]' and watch the assistant manager jolt awake and run around the bank doing everything for me and make other people wait and call me by my first name (I was tempted to say 'That's MS Sophrosyne to you, serf!') so I could swank out all growned-up and cheque-depositing and stuff. That was kind of cool. God, listen to me, what a prole.
The spot on the side of my face has metastasised and now I have a hideous huge brown blotch, honestly, it's like necrosis or something: highly, highly unattractive. I may SCAR.
Meanwhile, Rome is just simply EXCELLENT and I am totally hooked and not just because I get to see attractive penises and hear the word 'cunt' in patrician Roman/British accents, but also the houses in it are incredibly authentic and I should like to live in one (very cool and summer-friendly). And it has the kid from Master and Commander in it playing a very cranky and pissy and adorable youngster Octavian. And James Purefoy has one hell of a body. As does Polly Walker, and she's wicked, so it's all good.