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chaletian1. I have got something that resembles chalk all over my black linen dress. Boo.
2. The fire alarm keeps going off. I am going TO KILL SOMETHING soon.
3. As I am sure you all know, Arthur C Clarke's third law was that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. Boys and girls, I do believe this is true. This morning, befuddled and dazed after emerging from the long-night-sleepy, I went to remove yesterday's tiny tupperware boxes from my bag, only to discover that they were new tiny tupperware boxes filled with fresh new lunch! A miracle! Or, more to the point, either there is a giant invisible robot in Fangirl Towers, or it was MAGIC!!! Either way, a fascinating start to the day.
4. As I meandered down the station path, basking, as one does, in the early morning sunshine, I overheard a young man on his phone saying that it was the luck of the draw whether you were standing by a door when the train/tube pulled in. No, sir! Not true, sir! I end up standing by the door at every stage of my journey to work. Not by good luck, but by good management, sir! Pah. Amateurs.
5. OK, so what's with the whole "rah, women must wear skirts at Wimbledon!!" thing? Bollocks to that! I like skirts. I embrace the skirt concept. In the supremely unlikely event that I should ever find myself coyly warming up for an opening set on that sacred green, I would wear a skirt. But to say that women should wear skirts because it's all nice and feminine is just 5-star bullshit. If a female tennis player wants to wear shorts in which to play tennis, then go for it, say I.
6. Have spent the last week waiting for my grandmother to die. It's weird and unsettling and distubing. I went up last weekend to see her (which was the actual worst experience of my life because I had no idea what to say and I don't know if she knew it was me, and boo and shit and arse), but she still seems to be bopping around and part of me thinks she's going to get better again even though I know that it's not actually possible this time. So partly I just want her to die because then it'll be finished. Is that really wicked? It doesn't feel particularly wicked, but I don't know. I don't want her to die, obviously, I want her to get better and just be Grandma again, but I know that's not going to happen. Except part of me thinks that it might, hence the confusion.
7. New fandom. Fandom is lovely.
8. Went to see Prince Caspian. It's ace.
2. The fire alarm keeps going off. I am going TO KILL SOMETHING soon.
3. As I am sure you all know, Arthur C Clarke's third law was that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. Boys and girls, I do believe this is true. This morning, befuddled and dazed after emerging from the long-night-sleepy, I went to remove yesterday's tiny tupperware boxes from my bag, only to discover that they were new tiny tupperware boxes filled with fresh new lunch! A miracle! Or, more to the point, either there is a giant invisible robot in Fangirl Towers, or it was MAGIC!!! Either way, a fascinating start to the day.
4. As I meandered down the station path, basking, as one does, in the early morning sunshine, I overheard a young man on his phone saying that it was the luck of the draw whether you were standing by a door when the train/tube pulled in. No, sir! Not true, sir! I end up standing by the door at every stage of my journey to work. Not by good luck, but by good management, sir! Pah. Amateurs.
5. OK, so what's with the whole "rah, women must wear skirts at Wimbledon!!" thing? Bollocks to that! I like skirts. I embrace the skirt concept. In the supremely unlikely event that I should ever find myself coyly warming up for an opening set on that sacred green, I would wear a skirt. But to say that women should wear skirts because it's all nice and feminine is just 5-star bullshit. If a female tennis player wants to wear shorts in which to play tennis, then go for it, say I.
6. Have spent the last week waiting for my grandmother to die. It's weird and unsettling and distubing. I went up last weekend to see her (which was the actual worst experience of my life because I had no idea what to say and I don't know if she knew it was me, and boo and shit and arse), but she still seems to be bopping around and part of me thinks she's going to get better again even though I know that it's not actually possible this time. So partly I just want her to die because then it'll be finished. Is that really wicked? It doesn't feel particularly wicked, but I don't know. I don't want her to die, obviously, I want her to get better and just be Grandma again, but I know that's not going to happen. Except part of me thinks that it might, hence the confusion.
7. New fandom. Fandom is lovely.
8. Went to see Prince Caspian. It's ace.
