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Yesterday I spent (probably too much of) the afternoon coming up with new words, by replacing the 'at' syllable with a rhyming profanity.  This was instigated by one of the cats behaving like a... fool.  Of my favourites, were alternatives for the sentences: If you joined the circus you'd be an acrobat; if you went into a coffee shop you'd order a frothy latte; if you worked on a building site you'd wear a hard hat, and are you the Mad Hatter? Superb entertainment, and at the time so funny that I'm not sure if my muscle pulls are from an excess of crunches or from the hilarity.  I'd like to think it was the crunches, not to mention the plank of agony, which I repeated thrice.  If my stress levels remain at this level I will sink into some strange parallel world of idiocy and perfect fitness.  A buff fool!  Actually it may not be a parallel world, it might be the one I'm in right now.  Anyway, the reason for remembering this childish state of affairs is that this morning it has become apparent that some of my words are already defined in Roger's profanisaurus.  So they aren't even my words anymore.  That, you could say, makes it somewhat of a wasted afternoon.

Having misplaced my assignment questions, I chose to spend an hour searching for them, rather than just re-printing them.  I've found them, and having read them (this is always an important step), have been hit with an awkward and inaccurate quasi-reality.  The questions don't look difficult.  I don't know the answers - I haven't read the text.  But they don't look difficult.  So my sense of urgency that was already breathlessly trying to catch up to, and ultimately overtake my desire for fun, has stopped, bent over resting its metaphorical hands on its metaphorical thighs, and given up the race completely.  My desire for fun is gleefully skipping to the finish line, knowing that it has won. 

So this evening, when Sam gets back from Uni, we shall head out for our much anticipated evening of cocktails, food and then the local pub.  I was tempted to leave with her this morning and spend the day in Bristol with my books (based on how well this worked in Bath), but the decision not to was made before my brain had engaged, when I got dressed in joggers rather than jeans.  Yes, I could have got changed, but I don't like to mess with the natural order of things.  Especially at half past six on a Saturday morning.  I am considering meeting her in Bristol, but then she'd have all her books.  Employing the "let's look at this from the other person's perspective" thought process, it might be better to go out here.

I'm a little jealous of these study weekends.  She gets them about once a month, and they have lunches and evening meals together and everything.  Obviously I'd be terrified beforehand, but I think I'd enjoy it.  The one residential school I attended was fantastic after the first few hours.  I was lucky to make the acquaintance of three awesome blokes who I spent the entire week with, plus a brilliant tutor who thankfully appreciated my sense of humour.  The rest of the group wasn't of much interest to me, but that doesn't really matter.  Ah well, at least I get company and cocktails tonight.

I had something I really wanted to write about when I came on here, but as ever I have rambled myself forgetful, and now have no idea what it was.  Maybe it will come back to me later.  So until then, I am gone.