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A flatmate just restored my faith in flatmates in general by buying me cinnamon and raisin bagels. YAY!!! I've been rationing them out one by one, so to have a whole new pack is much with the awesome.

Unfortunately the flatmate who annoyed me earlier didn't even come and ask if I wanted her to get me anything while she was there. She didn't even tell me when they were *leaving*, she just went. -_- I don't know if I did something or said something... but I can't think of anything that would explain this sudden bout of childishness, because I've really gone out of my way to be helpful in the last couple of weeks.

But screw her because I have cinnamon bagels and I'm going to York tomorrow and even though I have to write 1000 words of a short story in the next nine hours, I don't care, because it's not exactly *hard*. Also, House was much with the awesome tonight, especially since I haven't seen this one before, and I've just realised that I haven't seen next week's either. And it's on my birthday next week. I shouldn't get this happy and excited over a *show* but I do. Even though y'all over there on your continent of Getting Good TV First are already on series two. :P

Okay, really should go and write something now. Anything. I mean anything *submittable* for you damn muses that are trying to distract me.

Clo

Because I am procrastinating.

And because I found it funny, I wanted to post a story extract that came up in my English lecture today.

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"It all began that day in the bookstore coffee shop - when Cleve saw the young woman reading a magazine called Straight News. Or was it Straight Times? Straight News or Straight Times: one or other. Take your pick.

Now Cleve liked to think of himself as a reasonably civilized guy. Live and let live, he'd say. He didn't have any kind of problem with straights [...] The young woman was being joined by her young man. By her lover: this was instantly clear. Of course you saw it all the time these days (downtown, anyway), straights kissing in public, on the lips and everything - open mouthed, even with tongues, like a demonstration. Cleve was only thirty-eight, but in his lifetime people used to go to fucking jail for doing that."

- Martin Amis, 'Straight Fiction' in Heavy Water and Other Stories.

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I thought the slashers on my f-list might enjoy it. :)

Hhhmm. I really need to do this CW thing now. Hhhhhhhmmmm.

Clo

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Okay. Andy has *flu*.

Jesus. Could this season *be* any worse for the tennis boys?

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Okay, I gotta go to bed because I'm getting up terribly horribly awfully early tomorrow to go to York. :D Not getting back until late tomorrow night, so it's probable I won't be around until Sunday. Have fun without me! Don't break the internet. ;-) Please?

See you all Sunday!

Clo