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[minervasolo]

Had a strange dream last night. On holiday in Cornwall, a room that was meant to be my one here but it was larger and had space for camp beds, with Chloe, Jessie and Micheal in them, and Hatty was behind the walls...

I've found out why I keep finding little green flakes (some of which looked almost fluffy...) in the bottom of my tea. They come from the kettle. So not using that kettle any more.

Essay writing did not go well yesterday. May have had something to do with the three hours of Weebl and Bob that somehow happened. Along with a great deal of Brian Blessed imitations. And I still have to draw the Blessed-as-Superman-stuck-in-a-phone-box thing. No lecture today, which is good, but cleaner coming, and look how I'm already prevaricating here! I just can't summon the enthusiasm to write this essay at all. When i do write, it's proving frighteningly easy, but it's getting around to the actual act of writing. A thousand words before lunch, I tell myself. Eheh.

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[ultharkitty.livejournal.com]

You can do it! *goes back to sleep*

[buzzylittleb.livejournal.com]

Brian Blessed as Superman! Squee! Thou art inspired.

[minervasolo.livejournal.com]

Ah, the Blessed reinterpretations are not something I can take credit for. They belong to my mate Chris and his booming impressions. We may record him at some point just to share it with the world.