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HI. I'm a bit overwrought this afternoon because Sof and I just watched the season five finale of Buffy and it just reopened all the wounds and made me remember that there is a part of me that will always be broken whether I am aware of it or not. GOD. Buffyupset makes me so emo. Oh, well. A friend just told Sof and me that, when season five ended, she sat in the bath knocking back vodka in a Buffy shotglass sobbing. She is my new hero.

Speaking of which, I just discovered this blog and it is literally the best thing I have ever read. Peals of laughter at every entry. Buffyfanfriendwhoshallremainnameless may be my new hero, but Allie is my new god. AWE-SOME.

In Other News, I did not read as much over the holidays as I intended to so I'm in a bit of a pickle at the moment. So far this weekend I have read some inane eighteenth-century poetry by Thomas Gray and a canto and a half of Don Juan, which I'm actually really enjoying, such that I may now fancy Byron a little bit. Oh, dear. On the plus side, this means that I will read it more quickly than I thought I would. I've also inched a little more along Caleb Williams (WHEN WILL IT END) but to be honest I don't see the end being that nigh. I will be examined on it on the 26th of May. I hope I will have read it by then? And Letters Written During a Short Residence in Sweden, Norway, and Denmark. And Lyrical Ballads. Not that that should take too long. Ugh. Obviously all my posts for some time will have at least a section of obligatory workspaz. #hahaWOO

Oh, finally, I have decided to be a vegan again. Sadly this decision came literally the day after I bought a load of Quorn products, so I'm going to have a transitional period until they're eaten, and then next time I buy food it will be non-animal orientated. Most of this is all because I weighed myself the other day and was 10kg heavier than I assumed I was, which kind of led me to face up to the fact that I do not eat as healthily as I could and although I walk everywhere it isn't really enough walking to constitute regular exercise, and cutting out dairy is an excellent way of losing weight, not to mention that moral responsibility and the spectre of guilt and shame are very good ways, if not the best, of keeping me from straying back into gorging myself on eggs. Mother, if you're reading this and worrying, rest assured that I will only be a vegetarian (a very healthy vegetarian, but a vegetarian nonetheless) when I am in Bristol. Good, well. I am going to read some more Byron then read as much Hyperbole and a Half as I can.