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Okay. Two hours without livejournal. I just about survived. Did it do that to anyone else?

O.o

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"Mother and father, I also heard some horses talking about getting high. I didn't know what they were talking about, so I asked them what getting high meant."



...there's really nothing I can add.

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...the previous night he and McKay had watched Star Wars simultaneously, providing commentary and (in John’s case) lightsaber noises. For the first half hour McKay had been lagging by about thirty seconds and had yelled down the phone at John every time he’d spoken along with the dialogue of the film, and then he had made him restart and synchronise watches and DVD players; by the time he’d got to bed the sun had already been on its way up.



:D



So sleepy. Determined to get first draft done this weekend, though. DETERMINED. (14,111 words so far.)

Spent an hour comforting a crying student earlier today. My boss reckons part of her distress is that I'm leaving next friday, which is simultaneously faintly flattering and making me feel kinda shitty. Wah. Hate it when people tell me stuff I can do nothing about, y'know?

I currently have a malfunctioning voice, an incredibly sore throat and a cough that keeps giving me a headache. Someone come look after me? I need a tea bitch.