I am working hard. Ys. Clearly.
I keep dreaming I can fly. It's very stressful when I wake up and realise I can't. (N.B. There will be no Peter Petrelli-esque attempts. No.)
Also, I've just remembered that I dreamt about these with the plunger and weapon snapped off. Why would I dream such a thing? WHY?!
(Yes, may not have mentioned, but I now have two of the above. *g* Tessa got me the (gold) shower gel version for my birthday, and Nicky gave me the (black) bubble bath one for Christmas. I CAN HAS MATCHING PAIR. To play with. 'Cos I'm adult like that. *massive grin*)
ALSO. Boots currently has TARDIS and Cyberman head money boxes on sale. Should I buy one? I'm very tempted, but the TARDIS isn't that great and the Cyberman head is not Old Skool, and therefore not quite so shiny.
I resisted buying shoes I didn't need today. I think that's quite good. I also nearly bought boots of WONDER AND AWE, but they were sadly entirely the wrong shape for my feet. That's probably good, because I only went in to find some new Converses (apparently, buying fake shoes from Camden for £3 is a bad idea, unless you want shoes that fall apart after 2 months).
This post was going to be so much less babbly. Oops.
I am doing work. SEE ME WORK. So far I've done 2/5ths of a statistical physics question. I very much like statistical physics, it tends to be made up of looking things up in the notes and then inserting values into equations. So much love for Prof. Hatton. Far, far less love for Class Mech Man, whose subject is INCOMPREHENSIBLE. And Nuclear started out ok but swiftly went horribly wrong; I might just leave that until I'm back in Durham and people can tell me where I'm being stupid.
...yes. Me doing work turned into talking about doing work. I think this should totally count, but lecturers might not see it that way. I'm going to go now. And I need to stop saying 'also', I think.
Also, I've just remembered that I dreamt about these with the plunger and weapon snapped off. Why would I dream such a thing? WHY?!
(Yes, may not have mentioned, but I now have two of the above. *g* Tessa got me the (gold) shower gel version for my birthday, and Nicky gave me the (black) bubble bath one for Christmas. I CAN HAS MATCHING PAIR. To play with. 'Cos I'm adult like that. *massive grin*)
ALSO. Boots currently has TARDIS and Cyberman head money boxes on sale. Should I buy one? I'm very tempted, but the TARDIS isn't that great and the Cyberman head is not Old Skool, and therefore not quite so shiny.
I resisted buying shoes I didn't need today. I think that's quite good. I also nearly bought boots of WONDER AND AWE, but they were sadly entirely the wrong shape for my feet. That's probably good, because I only went in to find some new Converses (apparently, buying fake shoes from Camden for £3 is a bad idea, unless you want shoes that fall apart after 2 months).
This post was going to be so much less babbly. Oops.
I am doing work. SEE ME WORK. So far I've done 2/5ths of a statistical physics question. I very much like statistical physics, it tends to be made up of looking things up in the notes and then inserting values into equations. So much love for Prof. Hatton. Far, far less love for Class Mech Man, whose subject is INCOMPREHENSIBLE. And Nuclear started out ok but swiftly went horribly wrong; I might just leave that until I'm back in Durham and people can tell me where I'm being stupid.
...yes. Me doing work turned into talking about doing work. I think this should totally count, but lecturers might not see it that way. I'm going to go now. And I need to stop saying 'also', I think.