I have spent the day contacting sweet and obliging people in Scotland, and learning every Scottish postal district as a side-effect.

This evening I have blitzed a little corner of Doom - the one my stuff is in.  Now I have started buying clothes again there is a space shortage.  

I have new jeans and new underwear - for a stupid-cheap amount.  This is good.  Primark, shit employer though it is, has its merits.  Fashion isn't one, sadly, but they couldn't go far wrong with jeans.  
NB people who like corsets but can't afford them - there are some in Primark for £8.  They are primary colours, but otherwise good.  

Saturday is PRIDE!  Not the house, the damp field by the ice-rink, where all that is brightest and best of thr Oxford gay scene converges.  I'm going to go, because I really like Pride. 

IMPORTANT.  Suddenly, I am overwhelmed with T-shirt requests.  So, here are the terms.  First one free, then £4 a T-shirt or 3 for £10, which covers time and materials.  I can do slogans - more or less any font - and basic pictures, icons, logos, etc.  I'm quiet happy to get the T-shirts if people provide their sizes, or you can get your own if you want to be sure it fits/flatters. 
Also, I can do jeans, hoodies, sports-gear, etc.  
Leave a comment if you want one.  Also, my number is in my contact details.

*sigh*  Will stop being businesslike now.  

Also, we have a lend of Tony's Wii.  I'm going to go and have another go at the boxing game, because it channelled more pent up agression than I knew I had when I tried it yesterday. 

HOT NEWS: my friend Fleur suddenly has 2 Ball tickets on offer as she has to work and can't make it, and her boyf has flaked. Anyone feeling very very last-minute?

Dozykit.

I woke up three seperate times due to bad dreams last night. (One involved a threat to my safety, two involved angry tutors, and I'm still trying to decide which was the scariest). I was then tense and unreasonably nervous all day, despite there being nothing actuallyscary in prospect. 
I went shopping for food, went to a lecture (where I fell asleep), then lunch in Wadham, OUSU, the Sackler (where I fell asleep), the Buttery, my Tute (where I...) and finally HOME to spend two hours hitting my Ball costume rhythmically with something heavy, to fit the eyelets. Then I sewed round the eyelets to make sure. Then I tried it on and had to fight it vigorously for ten minutes to get out of it. 

Tomorrow, I absolutely refuse to get up before noon.