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Joanna!! You complete nutter! You're amazing! Oh, sweetie, I got your parcel and...waaaaah!

Wow. Thank you. You are hysterical. Yes, I did appreciate the penis-shaped lolly. Somehow, I should have known. (And all the other stuff, too, you know what I'm talking about... Will get worn, I promise.)

love you, lots and lots (in that "there are no more words to say what I feel" sort of way, you know what I mean.)

The sun is shining and trying to do revision is getting increasingly difficult. Argh. Oh, well. It shall be done, dammit.

Heh. Maybe...

S-s-s-ssssurveeeeey...

Gacked from hildigunnur...

( Things that you probably never cared to find out about me... )

I can't sit still. I am so fucking jumpy. I start to read for revision and my mind wonders. This is bad. This is very bad. But it's also GOOD, and I just - just - GAH!!!

*sigh*

It'll be ok, though, I'm sure. It'll be fine. Yes, yes it has to be.

But I can't concentrate anymore today, I just can't.

Incidentally, I'm glad the At Swim thread on the Quill is not completely dead yet. Yesterday it was threatening to disappear without a trace, and that made me sad... Post, people! Post!

And, since we're on the topic - I keep telling individual people about this lovely interview with Jamie O'Neill, and I realized that I should probably just link it here:

Here it is. It's from the Barnes&Noble's "Meet the writers" thing - isn't that what the reading was called when firelocks went?

Anyway, it's really funny. Enjoy!

And I officially can't believe I have to go home so soon. Hmph.