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I like to think that there's little that someone will say that'll throw me. I know I'm wrong there, given the vast number of times I've been left open mouthed and confuddled looking. Last night's - "He's so cute, he's just like the one I raised from a cub at home" in relation to ddislala's cuddly lion thing. That sort of thing only happens in books, right? Raising lions from cubs in your home? I am ill-educated and closed-minded, I know.

8 hours sleep last night. Nice. Didn't wake up til 3ish. I feel suitably studenty today. Possibly because my fingers no longer taste of Hibiscrub. Too much. Good night, good company, just the right amount of wine and too much vodka. (rbpixies, next time you see me drinking vodka, take it away from me, would ya?) But no hangover, which is very good.

Wound up talking to random lady on the train home. Or she was talking to me. I was trying to read or sleep, but someone somewhere has tattooed on my forehead what I'm studying. Must have. I can't see it, but it's getting a bit weird. The number of conversations that women have initiated with me about pregnancy is getting too big to be coincidence, especially as they've all happened since September. At least the conversations random people are having with me about bits are now about theirs, rather than the rental of mine.