“But you wondered, just for a second,”...

My muses? Are being a little scary tonight. *blinks* And Roger won't - can't? - tell me why he's such an asshole. In fact none of them will tell me anything. I think they all just want to be assholes for a night.

It's going to be... interesting to see people's reactions this one. *ponders*

Clo

EDIT: ...

There is something up with my muses tonight. *pokes them cautiously from a safe distance*

*blinks*

Y'know how sometimes, your playlist just randomly plays something freakily appropriate? Yeah, that didn't just weird me out a little.

Can't Not is up over at clofic. Read at your peril.

And now I'm off to bed before I pass out... and since my flatmate next door has finally gone quiet. I'm more than a little curious as to who the guy is but she's going home later this morning and Andy Roddick and Roger Federer on their bended knees couldn't make me knock on that door right now. Or y'know, later, at a more sensible time than half five am.

K. Bed. No lectures today. It feels very odd.

CLo

The last twenty four hours have been... studenty.

"Mysterious" noises from next door flatmates room last night? Were exactly what they sounded like. I'm a little smug that I guessed the guy right, but a little dismayed that they're now official. A little sleep would be nice for the rest of this term y'know. *sighs*

Fire alarm went off at half ten this morning, which would usually not be that bad a time - better than 4am right? - only half of my flat and most of next door's flat, were in various stages of still being pissed from last night or starting some quite impressive hangovers, so they weren't too happy about getting dragged out of bed. Sounds like they drank most of the alcohol in Lancashire and much embarrassing carnage came about as result. S was still in her schoolgirl outfit because she'd fallen asleep before she could get changed. Everyone wandered down to the food hall and it was really hard not to fall over laughing when you looked around - most people were in pajamas, most looked hungover and the catering staff were just staring at us all going "WTF?" Alas, I had no money for coffee. *mourns* Must remember to grab my wallet next time.

Then we all came back and I slept till about 3pm. Because I have no lectures and it was hard to find a reason not to, so I just gave up and kept sleeping. *shrugs* At least I'm semi-awake now.

Andy seems to be doing okay. *pets him* Good boy. Did Henman lose, or is that a stupid question? I went to make breakfast/lunch and missed the end of his scores. Oh yes, he lost. *sigh* Poor Tim. Oh hey, Andy's catching up to Marat in the rankings. But the little 'head to head' sign, that used to have Roger and Andy on it? Now has Roger and Rafa. *sighs mournfully* I miss the days of Roger vs Andy. Still, the year is still young and the best is yet to come. There's something like what... 45 days to Wimbledon?

Oh man, that can't be right. o_O That means my exams are insanely closer than I thought. Must start working for them tomorrow.

Okay, have a lot to catch up on and I should actually accomplish something today. *yawns*

Clo

*shrieks*

ANDY!! What the hell are you doing? *kicks him* You had it all in hand and then you let it all go pear-shaped! Don't you dare lose this set!

*glares threateningly across to Rome*


EDIT: Andy Roddick, you lose this match and I swear, I'll write the sequel to Can't Not.

EDIT2: I MEANT that Roddick! *kicks him again*

*dies of giggles*

A flatmate running repeatedly in and out asking what you want to order for dinner while you're trying to read slash smut? So. Distracting.

But it must be kinda funny to see me scramble to shut the window at every knock on the door. ^__^

*sighs*

Have been talked into playing Monopoly to keep a bored flatmate entertained. I may be some time. Talk amongst yourselves.

I want to go home for peace and quiet. >_<