And stuff. Oh, and I bought records while I was in Sussex, and they're all pretty and shiny and vinyl-y and, yay! (And, er, one of them's 'Doctorin' The Tardis'...~giggles~)
Hmm. I miss Cambridge. I miss Cambridge people. I shall have to see what I can do to get back up there sometime soon. And I should phone K, since I did say I would.
But it's a Friday night.
On the other hand it's likely to be a Friday night that lasts three days. Oh, I hate this, I absolutely hate it. Grrr.
Bounce, though. But the happiness is fading fast. As it tends to do.
Why are kitten claws so useless at clinging to it?
Oh, and if I say Russian lesbian schoolgirl pop at you all, does it mean anything to any of you? ~g~