{ the machinery of my hands / the ruin of my face. }

[delga]

Why do I continue to leave updating till 10 minutes before I have to go to sleep? Because I continue to be an idiot.

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So, Soton! That was weird. And great, too, but also just weird and I loved it whilst feeling a little out of sorts. It doesn't help that I am now apparently allergic to that house (dust content = insane) and other things were going on. But it was an excellent extended weekend. I did a lot of walking/enjoying the sunshine, and met a bioterrorist in a bar, so, you know.

Mostly I spent time with good friends and talked my backside off, so it's all good.

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Back to work tomorrow. Oh gosh.

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I started writing a Ziva post (re: finale) but it didn't get very far. That said, I haven't rewatched the episode again yet so I should probably get on that. In other news, I found the Criminal Minds finale a bit sensationalist, and thought the ending was ridiculous.

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I bought a ridiculous number of books, guys. Mostly Kazuo Ishiguro novels but I also finally picked up a copy of Evan Wright's Generation Kill. The way I'm going with that, I'll probably be through it by tomorrow or Thursday night.

I also tried to buy Mary Oliver's Wild Geese but N bought the last copy. Will have to look for it in C tomorrow. I have some to post from that collection; I think I'll post the title poem now.

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I posted in-house postcards today but I'm still sorting out the others because I continue to be lame. Relatedly: gosh, packing shit can be tiresome, however much I love sending things out. Also relatedly: my love to you all.