Well. My parents got back, and they're not furious with me. I managed to get away with killing the fish in the pond, smashing a rather expensive bowl, and drinking every last beer in the garage (I say beer; they were Budweisers) and they brought me back reindeer meat products (soup and jerky) that I look forward to consuming in front of children. ( Read more... )

I am now completely sober and equally exhausted after the final Wadham bop and an unexpected, but thoroughly enjoyable and satisfying drinking session with frank_snow. Tomorrow, at eight thirty, according to the email I received scant hours ago from my parents, I will be off to High Wycombe and back to the land of black and white. And if that's not a chapter ( Read more... )

( I AM NOT A GOTH. )

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