don't any of you cry about having to study, you'll just make me want to cry more. my idea of a perfect holiday is a week at the pentagon with rumsfeld as my humble host, walking me around and buying me drinks (this especially) and revealing to me all the big secrets of life. i will have 10 days in germany with rahvin and this, although far from aforementioned ideal, is not bad in itself; the rest will be spent toiling away like a bubu, writing two papers and preparing for central wanker selection - plus today i discover i have to write a chapter for a book, which is untolerable extra work and if they didn't pay so well i would just say no. and yes, i forget, there is some renewal work to be done in my house, therefore i will have to pack and unpack stuff and move huge crates and generally be unhappy
hyena - bubu pride
hyena - bubu pride