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Sleepy Mofette

Didn't get to sleep till at least 2:30 again last night, due to the fact that I lay awake for a long time listening to Gillian crying. Ohh dear. I was nekked and stuff, and didn't wanna get out of my nice warm bed to see her, figuring that if it was something worth wile crying about (being attacked or something) and not drunken he doesn't love me crying, then she would have knocked on a door or two.

Last nights dream was about skateboarding, and a girl from my life who I'd rather burn in hell than be in my dreams and me be friends with. Also, a bully was making people mess up on the skateboarding ramp, so I did a fantastic trick, and then kicked him in the face with my lawn-aerator sandals. Oh dear...

So, I got up at 10:30, to wait for Gil to finish in the bathroom. She told me she'd be ready in a bit, and we could go out. Literally I hadn't finished doing my makeup and she was banging on my door to get my arse out. Oh dear... Mofette sat in the pub doign her makeup... I'll get used to hurrying up one day. Possibly...

Anyways, either I'm having a boring weekend in revising, or I'm off to Sheffield... probably the former... seeya later xxx