hi blog. i am mainly writing this post for eloise because i know that she relies on my blog for her happiness and emotional, physical and sexual wellbeing. i have spent All Day In The Library so my brain feels a bit like the inside of a balloon. it hurts to look at the screen. on the tooth front it is still there, hooray! but driving me insane. i actually cannot stop playing with the chip with my tongue. i am doing it right now. and i am convinced that, over time, it is going to give me some sort of weird facial disfigurement. and then i will be outcast by society and have to go and live in a cave with only wild beasts and a bow and arrow for company.

i have spent all day with the tragedies, which can't be good for one's emotional state. our seminar was quite enjoyable, but i phased out for about 15 minutes in the middle when discussion turned to meter or something similarly dull and i went into a daydream-like state and decided that the girls in my english group are very beautiful and then i realised that most of the girls that i know who do english are beautiful and wondered why that was.

after the seminar me and hannah went for tea in caffe nero on king's parade to escape the angry rain and hannah saw an old man out of the window and said that he was amazing and that when she was old she wanted to be just like him. i said what, male and she said yes and we decided that her name would be andy warner and she thought it sounded too much like andy warhol but i thought it sounded more like randy learner which is not, to be honest, the best name for a person to have.
oh and before that anne gave me six battered old muriel spark books that she's brought from home that had hilarious retro covers. the cover of the driver's seat has elizabeth taylor on it looking meaningfully into the middle distance and absolutely covered in makeup. and another one has a photo of a man with one of the best mullets i have ever seen. how we laughed.

and - last night i was sitting at my computer at about 2am and i felt something tickle my arm. i looked and what did i see but a WORM on my desk. yes reader, a WORM. i screamed and had a complete spaz-out as i attempted to remove the offending creature. i have no idea how it got there and think the only feasible explanation was that it got in through my open window, having scaled the house (by shimmying up the drainpipe), or that a bird came in and put it there. it reminds me of the time when i found a snail stuck to my bedhead at home when i was about 10. bizarre.

anyway, bye.