Also, people who only do half the washing up. I am seriously not amused. Either do the lot, or none at all, either way. Half measures I don't understand. Oh, and people who cough loudly in classes after turning up late, and make a fuss, and never do their reading (so neither did I, this week - but that was because I went to see how long it was and 131 pages? No. Just no. And every single other week I'd prepared for.). People who have obssessions they want the rest of the world to share (even when the rest of the world cringes in embarrassment and mutters that they did *that*, whatever it is this week, when they were 14 but have since grown out of it). People who tell their friends they're desperately trying to create a look (goth, or steampunk, or generic anime character or whatever it is), but then look as though instead of getting dressed, they fell out of bed into their closet and the result is what they're wearing. People who fail at growing up. People who refuse to take friendly advice (like GET A DOCTOR, MORON, before it turns out that lingering cough is lung cancer!).

Finally: I am waiting for the weekend. At the weekend I will be able to do my washing, and I'll even be able to use the hanger to dry my clothes on. I just hope I have enough clothes to last till then, because the probability of getting near a) the washing machine, and b) the hanger before then? Slim to none.

OK. It's all out. I feel better. Miam, cold tea and heavy metal before lunch. My favourite. On a side-note, I think my boy is way smarter than me. Yesterday I felt challenged. Today I'm ok with it. I don't feel smart, but my grades say otherwise (as do my tutors and the prizes I've won), so I'm just going to have to believe it. And do lots of reading over Christmas, because part of the reason I don't feel smart at the moment is that the subject I'm doing at the moment started in known waters, as you might say, and has now moved into unknown waters, at least for me. This is what happens when you specialise too much.