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Weird dream last night was like an episode of Doctor Who, in which evil Benedict Cumberbatch could bring people back from the dead and tried to hold me prisoner in a castle of ice, but his previously-dead wife (called Venus, and played by a man in drag) and a village of disgruntled people helped save me. Woke up with Radiohead's Exit Music From a Film in my head and realised the lyrics narrated parts of the dream.

O.o

GOOD MORNING CREATIVE BRAIN! I have missed you, you massive weirdo.

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DOOT DE DOO

Today my aim is to print some CVs and hustle them down town but it's currently 1:28 pm and I haven't much stirred outside my bedroom yet. I have, however, asked for and received a reading list, found a free resource for learning PHP and bought a course text book for my kindle. Aiming for a swim later but have missed all the morning sessions (because someone was cleaning the bathroom and I couldn't clean my teeth. Not all morning, no, but for an inconvenient part of it. God. Cleaning. Bastards).

I am not filling my days nearly well enough but it's kind of difficult to think of things to do that are useful and don't cost money. I'm achieving everything I need to be achieving but it's not stopping the lack of achievey guilt and resulting lack of sleep (more because I haven't tired myself out than because of guilt).

Little bit want a nap.