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Last night I dreamed of an episode of Supernatural in which Sam and Dean were hunting... Sam and Dean. Then the Spanish Inquisition arrived in pursuit of a pegasus, which turned out to be a girl. Of course Sam rescued her, and for some reason spoke to her in Spanish (which was hot. Unfortunately the only foreign language he speaks on the show is Latin. Must re-watch that episode with the exorcism...)

Yeah, I'm procrastinating. The layer of stuff on my desk is about ten centimetres thick, and I have so much to do for exams that I don't even know where to start. Ahhh, why must there be school?

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Have I mentioned how much I love the rain? Just the sound outside my window sets my blood running, the smell draws me to windows, the gray sky is more beautiful than the brightest blue.

And yet I hate it on days like this - all worked up and no place to go. In this weather one ought to be wrestling with umbrellas and grabbing people's hands and running, laughing, the wet distance between shelter and shelter.

What good is beauty when there's nobody to appreciate it with?

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Does anyone know where the phrase "ze goggles, zey do nah-think!" comes from? It's very catchy, but google is giving no answers.

Speaking of answers, War Isn't. This website is brilliant.

It's raining again, but it's no longer upsetting, mostly because I've stopped procrastinating (just in time to go to bed, woe). This sensitivity to rain is apparently something I share with my cat, who is currently going quietly insane on my desk.