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Good morning! Ngh, early early. I was awake an hour ago but couldn't quite bring myself to get out of bed. Mmm, bed. I should take wrathful revenge of whoever invented the snooze button on alarms sometime.

Wasn't around yesterday because we were making cake and watching a DVD and generally being crazy. And then I had to wash the icing sugar out my hair. Us. Cake 'Nuff said. K's also coming over in about half an hour so I won't be around this morning either -- I know, I know, am ignoring LJ terribly lately -- I'm telling everyone who asks me to do stuff tonight that my online friends are going to come to Lancaster and kill me in my sleep if I don't spend more time with them. It's weird trying to explain to people sometimes; if my flist was actually here in the uni and I was hanging out with you all in person then everyone else wouldn't bat an eyelid when I said I was busy but just because you're on the other side of a computer, you aren't really people. Sigh.

So, considering I have no excuse not to get work done this morning and afternoon with K stealing the computer, will be around tonight. And tomorrow night, hopefully. This whole 'scheduling my life' deal is getting old very very quickly. -_- What happened to English students not doing anything?

Also I dreamed that Mardy lost to Andy M. I was sad to wake up and find out it was true -- I adore Murray and his snarky little teenage socks but Mardy needed the win more. :(

Crap, note to self: update newspaper blog *today*.

There's one in every sport.

Watching the figure skating and just listening to Sue Barker talk to some guy about Plushenko, they really *do* make him sound like Roger. Crikey. Replace 'ice' with 'court', 'Russian' with 'Swiss' and it could be the same guy. Maybe the *really* good top guys in all sports do have that something special in common that makes them great. Hhhmm. Maybe Andy should start watching Plushenko for tips too.

Also, ficcing. Ssssh. ;) And trying to work out how best to pimp my OTP in a way I have time to do.

edit: Nnnnnnooooo, go back to the figure skating! I don't give a toss about the skiing. *pokes BBC*

I'm going to get Freeview. Dammit. To smeg with the state of my bank account.


edit: And you know what? I don't care that the British are good at curling; I don't get it as a sport at all. It's frankly bizarre. Trust the British to be good at something obscure and somewhat weird.

Luge? People throwing themselves around at 100+ kmph on those tiny little sleds? Wow but *dude*. I think it proves Pterry's point that there is nothing truly stupid that people will not do.

edit: Had a thought. What's Roger up to this week (Besides scaring me half to death with that picture on his website)? Nothing? No one knows where he is? So...

Maybe he *is* Plushenko.

No wait, hear me out. There's all those theories about him being an alien or a robot right, so what's to say he couldn't be two people? Or even more than two; maybe he's EVERY top level male athlete out there. OMGNOESCONSPIRACY.

Just a thought. ;-)