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Jan. 28th, 2006 11:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clo_againFour hours of travelling later, am home just fine and am clean -- yay! I didn't realise what a clean!whore I am until I was depprived of a shower -- and have a nice, French-backpacker-less bed to sleep in, so all is shiny in my world right now.
Grimly ignoring whatever little temper-tantrum Andy is throwing until the morning. All. Is. Shiny. End of story.
Full trip update in the morning, since my head is about to hit the keyboard and I have a vaguely important tennis match to watch in the morning. Some sort of big tournament, somewhere down the Aussie way. Can't quite remember the name, it's on the tip of my tongue...
Though in the words of my Cypriot flatmate, "My mother just called to say my father is very excited about the match tomorrow. Apparently everyone in Cyprus is excited! I hope we win." And in response to my woeful face, "Oh come on! We never win, you have to let us win something!"
Either way tomorrow, I lose. If Roger loses, I sulk in my room all day. (I have![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lossi's permission, so there. ;) ). If Baghdatis loses, I have a mournful Cypriot who's close enough to actually physically chase me with sharp, pointy objects.
I still think I'd rather chance the pointy objects. ;)
So I'm going to bed to sleep away what may be my last night of (a) comfortable Roger-happiness or (b) being un-speared with whatever pointy objects can be found in a student flat. Very sleepy. Mmmmm.
Grimly ignoring whatever little temper-tantrum Andy is throwing until the morning. All. Is. Shiny. End of story.
Full trip update in the morning, since my head is about to hit the keyboard and I have a vaguely important tennis match to watch in the morning. Some sort of big tournament, somewhere down the Aussie way. Can't quite remember the name, it's on the tip of my tongue...
Though in the words of my Cypriot flatmate, "My mother just called to say my father is very excited about the match tomorrow. Apparently everyone in Cyprus is excited! I hope we win." And in response to my woeful face, "Oh come on! We never win, you have to let us win something!"
Either way tomorrow, I lose. If Roger loses, I sulk in my room all day. (I have
lossi's permission, so there. ;) ). If Baghdatis loses, I have a mournful Cypriot who's close enough to actually physically chase me with sharp, pointy objects. I still think I'd rather chance the pointy objects. ;)
So I'm going to bed to sleep away what may be my last night of (a) comfortable Roger-happiness or (b) being un-speared with whatever pointy objects can be found in a student flat. Very sleepy. Mmmmm.
