{ yesterday's tweets. }

• 16:17 Finally, the sun has risen. It's only four pm. #
• 18:00 Am about to prepare some ciabatta. There really are few superior breads. #

{ they're going to buy you airplanes. }

Long day! Was up early and out the door by 8-something. Went through all of my Trad. poetry notes; tomorrow I'll be selecting and learning quotations from Paradise Lost. I hate all this end-of-the-week bs. I want my exam to be tomorrow! Then I can just be done with academia and sulk about how my life is over! Histrionics! Right! Now!

No, I'm obviously being facetious. But I am getting fed up of having to wait for Friday.

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SIGH. So, I haven't even caught up with Numb3rs yet but I just unsubbed myself from all but one of the comms I was subscribed to. I'll probably come back in the autumn, but right now I want some distance from it.

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Just did a bucket load of ironing - I know, my life is absolutely thrilling - whilst watching more X-Files. Ugh, Darkness Falls (green bugs in the giant trees that eat you at night?) freaks me the fuck out. I woke at 6.30 this morning because of a nightmare. Naturally I then proceeded to have the same horrible wasp-filled images every time I closed my eyes. Hence getting out of bed ten minutes later.

But! Only one disk left before season 2 time! That doesn't really mean anything considering we house-watched Scully's post-Duane Barry return on Saturday night, and The Flatmate and I have been watching random season 8 episodes when we get the urge. But yay, season 2!

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Family weddings? Yeah, no thanks.