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Return of the King was fanfuckingtastic. Amazing. I just can't analyse it right now.

I am partway through Billradish's post about Christmas (*snugs*), and have barely started to scrape the surface of my friends list, but I'm tired, have not been getting much sleep and have something I want to work on for tomorrow/the day after. I've agreed to go play games with Chris tomorrow, which will be fun. I hope I will be pleasant company. I felt so drained in the lead up to this week, and everything I've been doing has really, really not helped. I'm looking forward to next Monday when I can crash. I suspect I shall be crashing hard.

By the way, I have received a Christmas card from someone in Newark, De., but cannot read the signature. Who is this from? I am utterly perplexed.

I am suddenly very, very hungry. This would be because I've had *thinks* one and a half Maccas salads today, wouldn't it? Oops.

Huh.

I've just discovered little salt spots across the inside of my glasses lenses. I cried so hard right at the end of the film that I left salt deposits on my glasses. The last time I got even close to this emotional was when I was reading the end of Order of the Phoenix. Both times I cried tears that didn't just sting, they burned. I wonder why and how that happened.

The salt spots are grey. This is because I cried all my eyeliner off. I have never done this. It's liquid eyeliner, and is difficult enough to shift with a face washer and a sink of warm water. I discovered my face had a grey cast to it once I went to the lavatories after the show. I even managed to get some on my forehead. I have no idea how I did that.


I really, really want to get the Carol of the Bells out of my head. To do this, I need a copy, preferably one with lyrics. I'm sure Bill sent me one, but it no longer seems to be on my computer. O_o
I even used the "find" tool to find any mp3s created or modified in the last month. Nothing. What the hell?