found myself

Fruit 'n' nut muesli is actually rather good. Admittedly I'm eating it with Greek yoghurt and squeezy honey, but huh, the point stands. I'm ridiculously hungry because I had breakfast at lunchtime, lunch at teatime and I suppose now is the time to have breakfast again. Watch me amaze you with my profundity, oh my yes.

Thank you all for your comments yesterday, I really did appreciate them; I wasn't so much reading them as having them read out to me from the other side of the room, which was in itself a rather charming experience. And after that I calmed right down and read a little about Eastern Europe before bed. Today I went to a tutorial, and then I went back to bed, and then I went to a lecture, and then I went for a long coffee-and-squee with absinthe_shadow, in which I managed to talk about ds_match for almost forty-five minutes without letting anything slip. (Well, almost.) We also talked about other things, and because I am mostly failing at it, I think there should maybe be an ou3fs yuletide lunch soon.

I think that makes today a success. Well, it was a success. I am a lot cheerier now, mostly because I have accepted that I will never write an essay on eastern Europe, I didn't write about what art is, and tonight I found out something that it would really be breaking a confidence to tell, but safe to say, it put my mind at rest about something I was very worried about, and after a relaxed and cheerful dinner with Claire and Liya, I went out to the OULES rehearsal feeling in the mood to sing and dance.

Maybe "dance" is not the term. I can't dance. I tried. I waved my arms around and did jazz hands a lot. (My OULES mum is darwinian_woman, so I hid behind a table with her for a while too.) I tried hard not to kick people in the arse by mistake. I laughed a lot, because I am rubbish but no one seems to mind. And after a bit we all retreated to the pub, where I ended up on a table in a squishy pile of sleepy jacinthsong and foulds, which is a lovely place to be in. I feel better, I do. Long may it last. I can at last stop doing totally ridiculous things, like, er, eating my weight in chocolate mousse and vandalising Wikipedia articles for no particular reason.

(Case in point: we were sat in Claire's room the other night, she and Ben and me, all working away at our various things, and Claire looked up and asked, "Could someone just wiki the Emperor Trajan for me? How did he die?"

"That's very interesting," Ben said after a minute. "Says here he was mauled to death by an avocado.")

Other things I have done this week have included watching Rent again, eating my whole weight in muesli too, and doing a round of questions for the geek quiz, for once. (I am ridiculously proud of this. I am a geek, I should do geek rounds for other geeks. It is only natural.) And now I'm home, having been treated to a variety of horrifying tales regarding other people's sexual practices all the way home, and still very sleepy, and it's time for bed. Three days left of fifth week, and I refuse to believe that next week won't be better. (For one thing, it is going to feature, probably at some length, the HBO miniseries of Angels in America.)

I am not mad. I am proud of this, too. Now sleep.