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Aaaargh. There's a massive bluebottle in my room and I can't get it. Where's it come from? It needs to go away to somewhere else and stop thudding its fat body on every surface in my room.

In other news, this week, I have mostly been mainlining Atlantis fic. It's been good.

Hurrah!

I have found a cinema in Nottingham that is showing Brokeback Mountain next week! Hurrah! I have caught the evil and annoying fly and thrown it outside to die in the cold! Hurrah! My friends are coming up for New Year tomorrow. Hurrah! I have just accidentally punched the washing machine with the knuckle of my little finger and given myself a bruise and jarred my arm and shoulder! Hurrah! Bollocks. Why does the washing machine hate me?