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Gosh. Smut seems to have gone down well. I'm shocked. It's being posted to Imedhuir tonight. I now have a good few chapters before I have to face the demon again.

Smut writing is hard. Not like that. Shut up, you perverts. It's a challenge. I've never written smut before, and it's tricky to guage if it works. Is it too slow? Too technical? Too Mills&Boon? Seems to have worked, however.

Today has been a very weird day. Off on a trip to Chester, which was... long. We went to the records office. It was fairly interesting, I suppose, but I preferred the part where they just left us alone to actual look at it. Far more interesting.

Shopping was actually more entertaining; we dragged David Howarth into girly shops. And then I slept merrily for the entire way home. Yum. Powernapping.

The bus home from college was a pain, though. Bus driver had a bit of a go at me. He informed us Ken Bigley had died.

"Well, at least the agony of waiting is over."

"What? You support those bloody Muslims, do you?"

This argument spread as time went on. I dislike my Mad Crazy Bus Driver now, and he also dislikes me. The argument went as follows:

"Look, it's very sad but..."

"One mans life is worth more!"

"What about the Iraqis?"

"Oh, they've been fighting for thousands of years! They're killing each other!"

"Actually, no, the terrorists followed the US Army..."

He shut the door on me. Is this what liberal democracy has to put up with?

I'm not feeling very well at all. Sinuses and brain hurts. Might go and powernap again until Guides.

~Hathy_Col~