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Things M didn't do last night: sleep.

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Grngghhh is the easiest way to sum up my day, even though it was perfectly okay as days go. I spent the morning faffing around at the community centre, and then manned the reception desk for a couple of hours. We had an absolutely insane hailstorm that lasted all of five minutes before the sky decided to quit throwing a hissyfit and sent repentant sun beams in our direction.

I AM SO TIRED OMG.

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I stayed up and watched Venus last night which turned out to be one of those quirky British comedies that broke my heart. The Dad decided to sit and watch some of it, but the content gets... shall we say 'questionable'? at a certain point and he walked off all disgusted. All I could think, though, was thank fuck I didn't decide to watch Hallam Foe when it was on the other night.

Anyway. I need to start watching things involving age appropriate relationships.

Speaking of: omfg, True Blood. !

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Am talking to The Flatmate and I really actually totally just said: "that thingy that says the thing in the thingy... thing".

The Flatmate being several shades of brilliance replied: "oh, fuck yes, I know!"

Friends; still bonkers. Still brilliant.

{ THIS POST CONTAINS SPOILERS. }

( Spooks, 7x07. SPOILERS. )

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We are watching Without a Trace. Jack has been tied up by LT. COL. HOLLIS MANN. Fuuuuuuuck yeah.

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More Spooks: Ros' outfits this season have been magnificently tailored. Whilst all of the above was going on, her skirt/blouse combo continued to appeal to me. I AM JUST SAYING.