News on the accomodation front. Came back to the flat this morning to find Sane Flatmate bewailing the 'bad' news: our landlady has written to say we have to move out by the 31st of December.
Turned on the soundtrack to 10 Things I Hate About You and secretly did a happy dance up and down the kitchen.
This does, of course, mean that I'm going to be spending the rest of the weekend flat-hunting, and probably ending up moving in horrendous weather and paying loads in rent, for I vow never to share again (forsooth). However, if this means I never have to hear Obnoxious Flatmate sing Tequila Sunrise ever again, the endeavour will be worthwhile.
New template doesn't seem to have a links section. Once I work out how to put on in the html, you'll all be reconnected to the world, so don't moan, Desdemona!
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oh my, we´re at the process of interpreting G. Heym's "Ophelia" right now, what a coincidence *goes down to the creek to weave wreaths*
sorry for talking vapidly, take care
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