It is, indeed, Christmas Eve. I have been watching A Christmas Carol (Patrick Stewart!) on the telly this evening, and to my increasing horror, weeping helplessly as it all got more and more sentimental and, by the time Tiny Tim died [Or, did not die. Or is going to would have died - Ed], downright […]
[Written at work today, while waiting for Microsoft Word to stop crashing and let Reed actually do some, funnily enough, work, and after a morning completely wasted on Christmas shopping - Ed.]
No snow, no frost, again this year,
No ice nor sleet nor hail;
The south-west wind brings in the rain,
The rain brings in a gale,
And twinkling […]
I seem to have spent a week with my head up my bottom with regards to this blog. This is not good for the neck.
Three coursework deadlines all at once. Which is mean.
Nothing a coffee-fuelled all-nighter, or two, can’t solve. It’s not like I have to be coherent and speakable and at work the next morning or anything.
No, wait, that was when I was 20.
Damn it.
I, naturally, spent the weekend recovering from the extraordinary delights of, basically, flicking the dust-bunnies out from the hindermost parts of my brain and leaving them on display all over the internets. Hello! What did you all do?
But I had a think, while lolling in an undignified manner and/ or trying to get my Sims […]
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