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I spent a good half hour last night turning over the flat for Kat's birthday card and cursing Hubs for having moved it. On marching furiously into town to buy another one I realised that I'd never bought one in the first place. Case closed!
Am seriously worried about my brain. It might be dying. If I start finding EastEnders enjoyably stimulating it might be time to pull the plug.
The new icon is the Dead Clown in question, from Hubby's brilliant 1999 short Dead Weight. The quote is a classic line of dialogue as well as a typical example of his sense of humour.
Really want to get Eppie 9 done now, since I've been getting some great ideas for Eppie 10 (cake sex, anyone? :D). And a return to prose is definately calling.
Am seriously worried about my brain. It might be dying. If I start finding EastEnders enjoyably stimulating it might be time to pull the plug.
The new icon is the Dead Clown in question, from Hubby's brilliant 1999 short Dead Weight. The quote is a classic line of dialogue as well as a typical example of his sense of humour.
Really want to get Eppie 9 done now, since I've been getting some great ideas for Eppie 10 (cake sex, anyone? :D). And a return to prose is definately calling.
