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Wretched night's sleep. Don't know why, the whole...thing just wasn't working for me. Only got about four hours. Still, coffee (oh God, how I do love the espresso machine) and Robots in Disguise seems to be doing the "Wake-the-hell-up-Ria!" trick :)

Second Test against India starts today. Which is clearly hurrah.
Hurrah!

Please?
I've been really good :P

Could Beautiful People be any cuter?
Many thanks to omarandjohnny while we're here - you are a STAR, my dear, a STAR XD
Anyway, I clearly need some BP icons...preferably of Kylie being FABULOUS, lol.

Anyhoo, back to thesis...

Kristian made a random dream appearance last night.
Via email.
In a dream.
It was a bit weird, seeing as I haven't seen him in...ooh, it would have to be about a year and a half now. Anyway, odd.
Not as odd as that dream I had about Jeremy Clarkson (best not to go there - I mean, I like Jezza, but I really DON'T need to see that much of him. I mean really, subconscious, what's going on there?!), but definitely one for the archives of dream randomness.

Also, I have been watching far too much Law and Order: SVU and writing far too little of my essay.

Oh, Fry and Laurie! I had forgotten the awesomeness of it all.

Stephen: The reason we're not going to do this sketch is that it contains a great deal of sex and violence.
Hugh: A great deal.
Stephen: Lots of sex and violence.
Hugh: That's right. During the sketch, Stephen hits me several times with a golf club.
Stephen: Which of course wouldn't matter except that I do it very sexily.
Hugh: That's the trouble, you see. He does it so sexily. I wish you could see it.
Stephen: And then the sketch ends with us going to bed together...
Hugh: ...violently.
Stephen: Very, very violently. Now this raises problems.
Hugh: Not for me.

Ouch. My fingertips are sort of, I don't know, searing from the guitar strings.

Totally worth it though.

Downside (apart from obviously, complete lack of musical capability)? I have found a new way to distract myself from the task of actually writing my thesis.

Nicked from keieeeye

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 56.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next seven sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.

It was a long chain, long enough for me to use the chamber pot or to stand at the window and wait for the late owls. I love to hear the owls. I love to see the sudden glide of wings spread out for prey, and then the dip and the noise like a lover in pain.

He used the chain when we went riding together. I had a horse as strong as his, and he’d whip the horse from behind and send it charging through the trees, and he’d follow, half a head behind, pulling on the chain and asking me how I liked my ride.

His game was to have me sit astride him when we made love and hold me tight in the small of my back. He said he had to have me above him, in case I picked his eyes out in the faltering candlelight.

'Sexing the Cherry' - Jeannette Winterson.

Aww. Dirty Pretty Things have split.

To work on new projects apparently. Specifically, "NOT The Libertines."

Well, one can always hope (people are really into conjecture don't you know, Carlos?) ;)

Still, a bit of a shame. A shame mostly that I live aaaaall the way over here and thus have never seen them live. I reckon they would be a kick-arse live band. Bollocks.

Anyway, had a not-rubbish day. I made cake. And soup. And read some Kafka. And had a really good run this morning.

Yes, it's just go-go-go around here, lol.

Ooh! And I stuffed about on my guitar for a while this afternoon, which I haven't really done in a while. Cor, it was good fun. It's so nice to be excited about music again. Like, really properly excited.

WHY KELLER, WHY?

Well, OK, I know why...but still! WHY?!

Waaaah... :(