Today I have disentangled myself from a growing mass of increasingly dense cats, rocked up to boxing and 'trained' (feebly; sometimes I come over all self conscious and, therefore, all Keystone Cops and it's not pretty), found my iPod and my copy of the unfortunately titled 'Emergency Sex,' and consumed so much caffeine and nicotine I could well turn into a hummingbird at any second.

I eschewed the company of people tonight, and instead swore to send off a summary of my 'thesis topic' (read, a few choice buzzwords ensconced in a dense wad of throat clearing, hand wringing and brain snot; done), finish stuff for the HORRENDOUSLY OVERDUE CRAFT SWAP I signed up for (ahem, not done), clean up for once in my pitiful life (heh, not done) and slump on the sofa watching Six Feet Under (done!).

I also posted stuff in the photo area, so go look at my jaggy, noisy digital efforts and give me your sweet comment love.

Tomorrow I'm going to loiter in the dark room until I get pupils like a candy raver and start to look like Gollum.

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