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I'm awake... I shouldn't be, but I am. I shouldn't have stayed up all night packing, and getting distracted by people on msn. And reading books. And sending out invitations to my 21st. Ok, so that last one did need doing, but that's not the point! Mind you, even if I hadn't gone out to dinner with the parentals, even if I didn't go round to Robin's and watch two hours of Carnivale (which the Mother didn't want me to do) I'd still have been up all night packing. So there. XD
But this beats doing essays the night before hands down! And the deadline's the same too - 12 midday. Parentals want to leave by then 'cause there's a work colleague's party we're going to in the evening in London - and it's someone I worked for when I was at Ealing, so I pretty much have to go. Which would be fine, if it wasn't for the fact that I may well be dead to the world. But as I can sleep (pass out is possibly a better term) in cars I should be ok :D
And as I still have to finish packing, do the washing up that I haven't done for the past five weeks (don't worry - it's not evolving things yet) and go last-minute shopping before 12, this may well be the last post I make in Lampy this calendar year. Aaaaarrrgghhhhh!!!!!!! Can I stay here please? I don't want to leave....! *Clings to the doorposts*
*Yields, but with a sluggish, cold indifference*
Note to self: you are going back to your civilized life in the Real World. Do not quote lines from raunchy Greek sex play. Lysistrata is not a suitable subject for the dinner table. Or indeed any table. Unless it's a table in a brothel.
Play, film and TV series. All you need now is a book and a radio play and you'll have done the lot. Must be because Andrea's left and is miles and miles and miles away in Bristol (audio book, does that count?) and therefore can't hit you. And you're getting silly through lack of sleep. And no chocolate or sugar either.
But this beats doing essays the night before hands down! And the deadline's the same too - 12 midday. Parentals want to leave by then 'cause there's a work colleague's party we're going to in the evening in London - and it's someone I worked for when I was at Ealing, so I pretty much have to go. Which would be fine, if it wasn't for the fact that I may well be dead to the world. But as I can sleep (pass out is possibly a better term) in cars I should be ok :D
And as I still have to finish packing, do the washing up that I haven't done for the past five weeks (don't worry - it's not evolving things yet) and go last-minute shopping before 12, this may well be the last post I make in Lampy this calendar year. Aaaaarrrgghhhhh!!!!!!! Can I stay here please? I don't want to leave....! *Clings to the doorposts*
*Yields, but with a sluggish, cold indifference*
Note to self: you are going back to your civilized life in the Real World. Do not quote lines from raunchy Greek sex play. Lysistrata is not a suitable subject for the dinner table. Or indeed any table. Unless it's a table in a brothel.
Play, film and TV series. All you need now is a book and a radio play and you'll have done the lot. Must be because Andrea's left and is miles and miles and miles away in Bristol (audio book, does that count?) and therefore can't hit you. And you're getting silly through lack of sleep. And no chocolate or sugar either.