Which reminds me, apologies to those of you who've e-mailed me recently - I'm struggling with that sort of thing at the minute.
Hmm. I feel underwhelmed by the world and in need of writing 15-year-old poetry and pretending I'm going to do something stupid. I really am going back to bed. I probably won't sleep, but at least I won't be writing Posts of Desperate Angst or anything. Days like this make my teeth ache.
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