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...o hai.
Tea in blue
This is my face on, like, three hours of sleep.

(James left his computer down at the Priory Street Centre when we were there on Sunday having a pot-luck with friends, and because the place was closed yesterday, I had to be up at 8:30 AM sharp in order to get down there and collect it from the Denham Room before something nefarious happened to it. Now, this would not have been so bad under other circumstances, but the most current copy of my Ph.D. is on that machine. Close call. I'll be sitting here drinking Banaspaty Assam and vibrating with obsession if you need me...)

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It's the only tag I could come up with that accurately expresses the subject of about 80% of the posts on this blog *headdesk*

(Can't it just be Friday already so I can drown in the awesomeness that is Hamlet and then write more emo poetry about it?)

Okay, so you know I had to be nosy and go read that!

They're aboslutely beautiful!

Yikes! I hope it was safely collected and you get some rest!

Safe and sound, yes - thanks goodness!

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