Sigh.

Christmas really can't come fast enough, yet I still need to hand 3 essays in before we leave, and then another two the second week of jan and a drama exam, and hopefully have surgury on my knee inbetween all of that, go to london for the night, have christmas, see everyone, go to the imperial, most likely go up town for a seeing everyone night.

It's just all too much for mes petite head.

Also Nathalie has convinced me living slightly away from campus is good for the mind, so yes, I might be living the high life of inner city Birmingham next year. Which means I'll end up shopping even more than I already do.

Disaster.

I bought some superb christmas goodies.

I'd post pictures but I simply don't trust the security of this blog enough.

Underneath the covers.

I'd rather be in bed.

But I have work to do, but before I do I'll get my internetting out of the way...I mean you have to don't you? You do your internet rounds to make sure that no one desperatly wants to talk to you before you plow in and cut yourself off from the world? Right? It's not just me?

I think it probably isn't just me, but more than likely it's me and a very low percentage of people.

Well today I shall be listening to Anthony and the Johnsons whilst working, as someone just bad mouthed 'them' as being a 'bit of a fad'. Firstly it's a him and hired chello, violin, brass and drum monkeys and secondly he's lovely.

Fistful of love shall have some part to play at my wedding, even if I have to sing it in my head. My head is a very effective Mp3 player, I've got at least 50gb up there.

Love and misses.

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