Mock-Christmas Sunday
This is what happens when university terms insist on breaking up three weeks before Christmas.
Lots of beer...
Stupid hats...
Insane amounts of sweets...
I AM GOING TO SEE MUSE LIVE IN CONCERT ON WEDNESDAY NIGHT.
I have a small confession to make, and that is this: I have found myself plagued as usual by random thoughts, sleeting into my idle mind like...sleet (ah, my literary genius strikes again); but recently - and here is the crucial difference - I have refrained from posting them. In much the same way as squirrels instinctively hoard nuts for the winter, I seem to be instinctively hoarding all my thoughts for the blogathon.
Do not condemn me. An exploding dam will be a far more desirable scenario than chronic drought.