I am actually going to get up at 7am in order to go to the gym in the morning.

I think my soul has been possessed by some health demon or something. This doesn't feel right, that's for sure.

Dear David Newell,

As much as I love you, as much as I think you are a legend among men, and despite the fact that you're the only lecturer who can make me drag my lazy carcass out of bed at 8am for your poetry lectures even though I hate poetry... If you do not stop messing with my emotions and put the god-damn exam results up I will hunt you and kill you.

Yours in desperation,

Alice.

why the holy fuck is everyone in bed? i need to hug someone, possibly jump up and down and generally share in this wave of optimism with another human being.

jeez, i'd settle for a cat right now, actually...

you'll need these fingers for crossing

i need to go the hell to bed. stupid US/UK time difference. at least we're making a party of it - cookies and punch, what every election needs.

new knitty. pretty blah but oh so cute baby blanket.. but can someone explain why the fuck this is called camden? as in the london borough? and what are those sleves about?

i might try and attempt a long sleeved version. or, y'know, not.

just for the knitting lot; i'm using this gorgeous yarn to make this gorgeous hat. and i don't get to keep it. i am a mug.

photos to come.