The only possible explanation for yesterday's godawful terrorism attempt

Can be found here.

Meanwhile

Went round to Morag's, stole various icons (including this one), played Buffy for six hours (huzzah for Homicidal Viking Vampires driven insane by Evil Nazi Experiments!) and then hung about for two hours afterwards and joined in the singing. Yes. Me. Joined in the singing. Still not convinced I'm within 5 feet of the right notes twice in a row, but apparently I'll get better if I try, and it's a lot of fun trying!

Now off to bed. Hopefully I'll actually get keys to my new flat tomorrow, or someone's getting sued...

Other people's dreams

are dull. So I won't give you details of mine. Except to say that since I have to be up and in to work early today (so I can leave early with my new flat keys) I _obviously_ had to have stress dreams last night. In this case I was in one Standard Life building, and my trousers were in a completely different Standard Life building, and I was trying to find a way of getting them back without anyone noticing I was wearing a dressing gown. Thankfully, I managed this, just before waking up.

I'm sure my colleagues will be delighted that I'll be checking that I'm definitely wearing trousers at least three times before leaving the flat...

I did this.

And the large swathes of wall you can't see. There's something about repetitive tasks that induces an almost meditative state. Not that that makes it any more fun, or I'd be finishing it off rather than writing posts on my phone..

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