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So. In other news.

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GUYS. BEST NEWS STORY EVER?

"This was an extraordinary act of truffle-squishing. We can only guess at what provoked it," said a Hotel Chocolat spokesman

WOW. I MEAN— WOW.

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Haha, AGAIN, my ficathon entries are for the FAIL. I've started THREE TIMES now on the Edgerton one alone. M for the fail! And yet, here I am, giddy as fuck. This day has been Very Odd.

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I bought my mango juice though, huzzah, and some more cereal. The woman at the counter was Very Pleasant. She asked me "follow-up" questions on information I inadvertently gave her over a year ago.

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Sometimes I feel like I should just quit university, get a job in a shop and disappear. i.e. break all contact with people what I know and just exist in a sort of stupor. I don't know what prompts these moods (um, probably hormones) but sometimes I feel like this is something that I HAVE to do.

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But, no, really, I sort of LOVE that my dissertation is on a topic that (a) my university experience has NOT prepped me for in ANY way and (b) on something that may indeed turn out to be WHOLLY IRRELEVANT. I mean: this is the thing about crit. theory and dissertations. You may be at the CUTTING EDGE of what you're doing, but what you're doing doesn't bounce back on the population AT ALL. You're just feeding your own school. More FODDER, yes, yes. I don't KNOW. I feel MAYBE DISILLUSIONED (not DISSOLUTION as I nearly typed).