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I hope this wasn’t a bad omen trying to tell me I’m going to fail my OU course, but while I was working on my assignment yesterday, sat at a table in my works staffroom, the ceiling came down on me. I got some odd looks when several people rushed to help me and I held my book aloft and declared, ‘My Frankenstein is all soggy!’
So what if I got hit on the head and had bits of ceiling in my bra, my essay notes all survived - and my Buffy mug.
In other news, had a very dodgy tummy today. In Sainsburys I bought potatoes, chicken, a carrot, and diarrhea tablets. As the check-out girl scanned the box of tablets last I pointed at them and said, 'Pudding.'
It's really no wonder people think I'm odd.
Right, back to my essay. Deadline is next week and I have 500 words I need to cut. Also, my Zero 1 album arrived!! HAL!!!!
So what if I got hit on the head and had bits of ceiling in my bra, my essay notes all survived - and my Buffy mug.
In other news, had a very dodgy tummy today. In Sainsburys I bought potatoes, chicken, a carrot, and diarrhea tablets. As the check-out girl scanned the box of tablets last I pointed at them and said, 'Pudding.'
It's really no wonder people think I'm odd.
Right, back to my essay. Deadline is next week and I have 500 words I need to cut. Also, my Zero 1 album arrived!! HAL!!!!