Feast of Fools

...that feeling where you've got lots of things you should be doing but you just can't be arsed, and it's hot and you've gotten more sleep than any three human beings should need and had proper food for lunch and are currently watching Earth Girls Are Easy since the Grand Prix has finished. ^_________________^

Graduation: 'twasn't as bad as all that ackshully. Caz was also graduating thank gods, so had moral support while jumping through all the freaky Oxford hoops. The ceremony was at least amusing, the token screaming baby was right on cue, and the big swishy gown and fur-lined hood that you get once you graduate is infinite fun - I spent the whole latter half of the day with a terrible urge to find myself a big open space to swing round and round in, just to see how many people I could concuss. ^_^ Lunch was OK, Teddy-Hall quality fud but at least class-one-fud-for-parents-with-money-they-could-give-us as opposed to class-two-fud-for-students-who-are-degenerate-pustules-on-the-face-of-our-research-establishment.

But I think they must have put something in the food, cos once we got back me and the parental units all collapsed in various heaps and fell asleep on the spot. It felt considerably like it should be a plan by some kind of supervillain; the one where you have just long enough to go 'oh, no, it's one of Ming the Merciless' evil plots!' and then pass out en masse. But it wasn't, unless it was something a bit subtle. Maybe I've been programmed to assassinate a great public figure and will never know until triggered by a codeword on the Fimbles.

Right. Off to watch Jeff Goldblum in a big blue furry stupid suit some more now.