||[May. 27th, 2003|12:22 am]
Aaargh. I was so going to go to bed like an hour ago, and then I had to go through and change the summaries on all my drabbles. Because people are stupid.|
And then I had to do something else, but I can't tell you about it because a certain person on my friendslist will see and it's a secret. The person concerned will find out soon enough. It's nothing bad, I promise!
And now it's 12.30 am, and the Big Brother people are singing nursery rhymes to each other. And I need to get up at 8.00 tomorrow to revise Chaucer, and medieval mystery plays, and maybe a bit about the Peasants' Revolt.
*Hides undone essay*
Work? What work? Err...
Gah. Just freakin' gah.
Okay. So I come home today from my camping trip all set to e-mail you my portion of "Flashover" only to discover that fuck all, it's disappeared into the depths of hard drive recycle bin hell somehow.
So give me another week to either dredge it up and/or rewrite it and then I PROMISE you'll have it. *scowls at life*
Just so you know:
drabbles=good, chaucer=good, medieval mystery plays=great
Big Brother=not so good
Then again I think watching "Carry on again Doctor" instead=much better so maybe you shouldn't listen to me.