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I've finished watching season 1 of Traders, now - yes, that quickly. Dammit. It's really ever so good, and I shall be doing a picspam in honour of David Hewlett's beard at some point soon.

Fairly chipper, today. I terrorised at least two classes with a combination of singing, irrepressible good cheer, and mild to moderate insanity. It was fun!

My brain appears to be protesting my continued lack of writing output and has taken recourse in compulsive doodling. It's also denying access to files; took me bloody ages to remember 'synonym' when I was notetaking earlier, it was embarrassing. I'm reading R&G Are Dead idly, between times (often in the toilet) and I do so love Guildenstern's completely logical rambles. Or rather... the kind of logic that teeters on the edge of illogical, where the argument can be followed but the ending point isn't quite where you thought you were going. Such a good play.

Oh, and post here, if you want to leave nice messages for people on Valentines.

My plan is to go round to a mate's house, eat chocolate, drink wine, watch a film. Shiny, eh?

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This'd be just, like, the definition of a bad day.

I'm torn between hysterical and actually terrified. XD

ETA: And a slightly less scary clip, unless you're worried by Jeremy Clarkson calling Richard Hammond 'Brokeback'.

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Soon I will be coherent on why I'm suddenly in love with Traders. It's not just David Hewlett, I swear; it's actually really interesting, the storylines are totally engaging, the characters are all really likeable. Admittedly stocks aren't something I thought I'd be invested in...

(*pauses for groans* XD)

For the moment, though? Since I promised soupytwist?

( BEARDSPAM! )