{ "Teeth at the skin. Anticipation. / Then flesh." }

Kate Beaton, yesssssssss. "Go get your own bro!"

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I have to admit: I was not super into the idea of getting an e-reader, or a kindle. Not because I care whether or not I am reading paper or a screen - hello, avid reader of fanfic - but because I have so much tech already. Laptop! Phone! Tab! iPod! The idea of having to tote around another thing that needs to be charged, and made scratch-proof, felt like a huge effort, especially when you consider that e-readers are supposed to help you minimise baggage.

Jesus, I love my android-powered gear.

I've got two apps now, one for Amazon, and one for WHSmith, and now all my android tech doubles up as an e-reader. I bought Dorianne Laux's The Book of Men yesterday, and now I have it with me ALL. THE. TIME. I love that. I love that! I can't wait until Waterstones' app starts dealing in e-books. Then I can use my points! SO GREAT.

This doesn't change the fact that I haven't read a novel in an embarrassingly long time, or that I have a bookcase full of stuff I need to read first. But it does mean I have poetry on me all the time now, and that is awesome.

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Idiot that I am, I just signed up for Ladies Big Bang. Mostly because my Yuletide entry a couple of years ago was 10k, and that convinced me that I could probably do it again? Uh. I am the worst. Just the worst at making decisions, as this clearly shows. I am considering a few things to write about, and no-one is going to want to read them, and I probably can't do the word count, and I am a fucking moron, but it's happening.

Anyway, I expect cheerleading, guys, for fucking serious.

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Did I actually properly talk about my weekend? It was ACE. Well. Saturday was ACE. Most of Saturday was AC-- you get what I mean.

After some plan-changing, and a fucktonne of trains getting stuck one station before mine, I hopped on the first London-bound locomotive and went... London-bound. Due to the game change, I went to look for Garrick Theatre, knowing that The Ex-Flatmate and I had stumbled on it less than ten days previous, and wanting to have it in mind. I failed to find the theatre, ended up walking to Covent Garden from Leicester Square, and taking a tube back to King's Cross/St Pancras to meet The Ex-Flatmate.

Together we found the theatre (it was right. fucking. there.) then...walked to Covent Garden from Leicester Square so that she could get paella from the Plaza. It was a beautiful day, so warm and sunny. Then we went back to Garrick Theatre to see Pygmalion, in which everyone was fabulous. The sets were amazing, and Rupert Everett's voice made me melt into the seat. Kara Tointon was pretty god as Eliza, and DIANA RIGG WAS MRS HIGGINS. Gosh. THE BEST. THE BESTEST. THE MOST BEST.

Afterwards we went to my new 'local' hangout, The Essex Serpent, drank, watched the footie like real English people, and then missed our respective trains home. NICE. Whilst in the pub, I wrote a couple of postcards (as you do), and we decided that matinees are the best, because the pubs are still open afterwards. And I don't even drink all that much. True story.

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Work has been SO WEIRD this week. We are short-term employing new people? So possibly we will still have jobs? Everyone is cranky about everything? Yeah.

Fuck you, printer. There's a perfectly usable MFD one floor below. Don't think I won't sell out.