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Just about to have a shower, then I'm going to wear a shirt with a unicorn and a rainbow on, robot girl-boxers, baggy-ass jeans and some sort of mismatching brightly coloured socks of juvenile design. (And the Pride bracelet, because it is rainbow and pretty, and also because it is Pride.)

I AM RESPONSIBLE ADULT WOT YOU WANT TEACHING UR KIDZ!

So much work to do. Everything I do I feel like I'm doing for the first time, like I have to relearn everything before I can teach it to the kids. I'm assuming at some point I will vaguely as though I Know My Stuff but right now I feel intellectually superior to a guinea pig, just about.

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Please to help? The memory stick with all my work on, literally an entire term's worth of work, is now not working. Every time I try to open the file through my computer or windows explorer it comes up as f:/ access denied. Is there a way of getting around this? Please tell me there's a way of getting around this. 'cos I have a sneaking feeling that I forgot to copy the folders to my work laptop, and I know I hadn't gotten around to copying them onto this computer yet.

If I can't get it all back... devastated ain't even the word.


ETA: Salvaged oh thank fuck \o/!!!

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Washing up, I accidentally made a hole in my finger and barked it in two places, same motion, same knife. (You've heard barked in that context before, right? Like, barked knuckles? I haven't just made this up? Flatmate is dubious.) I fail at both washering uppering and first aid, since I found while rummaging through my first aid box the pill (which I never remembered to take) some valium (which I have no desire to take) some almost-morphine (which is really funny when I take) and some free condoms (which I have never had opportunity to use; probably for the best as penises make me hysterical). Plasters, on the other hand, sorely lacking. Found an action man one that I bought in 2000 for Reading festival, but I thought that might be a bad idea...

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Just possibly ever so slightly inspired by the latest wank.

*whistles innocently*

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So there's a part of me that is totally aware that I am not built for advanced academic endeavours, and that I am incapable of deadlines, and that a Masters would be the worst possible choice for me in the history of ever... and then there's the part of me that sees papers titled things like Evolving Communication Through the Inference of Meaning, or Why talk: an Adaptationist Approach and just starts dribbling.

XD