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I am currently in the sort of mood where the fact that I have only half of an essay which is supposed to be handed in in five hours does not actually matter to me.

Unfortunately, at some point this mood will dissipate and the self-hate will set in. But really. I don't give a fuck.

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This one has neither slept nor worked, and it is now past the time at which essay was supposed to be in, and they claim to take off marks for lateness though it did say, iirc, "for each day" which I suppose...

and I still don't care.

I don't wanna, dammit.

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omg. have firefox. woot.

ummmmmmmmmmmmm. whu?

essay went in. was shite. never mind. went and cried at Ailsa for a bit.

am all tired. meh.

ETA: Am watching Empire Strikes Back with commentary. Mim? Remember you thought the tauntaun voice was cute? Apparently that's an Asian sea otter, just pitched down a bit.

The effects stuff is much more interesting than the wank the rest of them are talking. Well, there are occasional filming-anecdotes, but mostly it's wank.

ETA 2: Sound effects guy just mocked the title. Heh. Apparently thought George was not serious about ESB as title as it sounded like a chapter of drama-serial-thing, but has realised that it was intentional. Yes.

ETA 3: "the gobbledegook of George's typewriter", Carrie just said. heh. heh.

ETA 4: the "alas poor yorick" scene was deliberate on the director's part. daftie.