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Term is finally over. I have a staff meeting of joy on tuesday next week, but other than that I'm done until January 7th. I have 2 lectures of notes to type up, and then I can relax. Well, relax and panic over my Yuletide fic which is still in very flimsy note form.
I have a plan for the weekend which probably won't survive the hideous cold I have, but maybe writing it down will inspire me to stick to it.
Tonight I go and game the game of the wolfy. Our werewolf game, which is a farce at the best of times thanks to the makeup of our group IC - we have 2 werewolves, a Nuwisha, an Ananasi and a Bastet. We're hopefully about to gain another werewolf, but they're going to be a first time changer (and a first time gamer) and one of our wolves has been away for the last two sessions, so is currently err, probably trying to regain gnosis. Or sulking at his lack of technology.
I'll crash there tonight, and tomorrow will flee Bletchley without touching MK. Head home and get notes typed up for the last two lectures, and then maybe try and create something from nothing for Yuletide. I'd rather not default, but its been a few years since I've written anything fannish, and it apparently isn't just like riding a bike.
On sunday, which is dad's birthday, I will probably not see him, but my plan is to read Cold Days, which has been sat there waiting to be read for about 2 weeks, and I've just not had the time to just sit and read. Which sucks.
And then on monday I shall go and see The Hobbit. Which means I shall mostly also be avoiding the internet for the weekend. I've already had one hilarious text from Helen about it, something that she felt that she had to share, but other than that, I am unspoilered.
And now I am going to go and have a shower, in the vain attempt to batter some of the crud sitting in my lungs lose, and also wash my hair without having to dangle my head upside down. And then to MK. In the cold and the wet.
But I shall remain joyous, as term is fucking OVER.
I have a plan for the weekend which probably won't survive the hideous cold I have, but maybe writing it down will inspire me to stick to it.
Tonight I go and game the game of the wolfy. Our werewolf game, which is a farce at the best of times thanks to the makeup of our group IC - we have 2 werewolves, a Nuwisha, an Ananasi and a Bastet. We're hopefully about to gain another werewolf, but they're going to be a first time changer (and a first time gamer) and one of our wolves has been away for the last two sessions, so is currently err, probably trying to regain gnosis. Or sulking at his lack of technology.
I'll crash there tonight, and tomorrow will flee Bletchley without touching MK. Head home and get notes typed up for the last two lectures, and then maybe try and create something from nothing for Yuletide. I'd rather not default, but its been a few years since I've written anything fannish, and it apparently isn't just like riding a bike.
On sunday, which is dad's birthday, I will probably not see him, but my plan is to read Cold Days, which has been sat there waiting to be read for about 2 weeks, and I've just not had the time to just sit and read. Which sucks.
And then on monday I shall go and see The Hobbit. Which means I shall mostly also be avoiding the internet for the weekend. I've already had one hilarious text from Helen about it, something that she felt that she had to share, but other than that, I am unspoilered.
And now I am going to go and have a shower, in the vain attempt to batter some of the crud sitting in my lungs lose, and also wash my hair without having to dangle my head upside down. And then to MK. In the cold and the wet.
But I shall remain joyous, as term is fucking OVER.
