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Too tired for proper post, despite more sleeps than I'm used to both last night and the night before.

I hate shopping for clothes with girls. No, really. Never ever bring me clothes shopping.

Penneys stockings are actually hold ups now. Was very impressed with my three euro purchase that will actually get to be worn again. (Normally I get so annoyed with lack of holding and upping that I chuck 'em out, these will get washed!)

Queue of people wanting to take photos on Friday night because I was a real gurl, with make ups and everything. (Photos on Facebook, apparently.) Frizzy hair though, thanks to taxis taking forever in the rain. Martha's body glitter spray does wonderful things for the curls in my hair though.

Drunk midwives are fun.

Pratchett interview was good but would have been better for being able to hear and not double over in crampy doom that nearly caused vomitage. Though the vomitage might have had something to do with the overwhelming fear that I get every time I go into the exam hall these days.

Nurofen plus and solpadeine are good. Especially together.

I have bloody fantastic friends, but:

Never mention the Matrix to me. Damn.

Moonbows are cool. Cheese is tasty. I still haven't learned when I shouldn't talk about placentophagy (I'd still eat my own.)

I've entered holiday mode. This became apparent when I had to be woken this morning because my phone alarm was going off.

I love my swishy black dress.

So full of cake.

Three weeks off. Three. All mine.