coffee and things

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• I've had 6 cups of coffee today


• This may be why I'm finding it hard to sleep at the moment


• Which is annoying as I need to be up at decent hour tomorrow for potential house repairs


• On the positive side, and largely thanks to coffee, I've finished one of my teaching portfolio assignments today


• And because I finished another one yesterday it means that I am now 50% done with that tomfoolery \o/


• Lately I have also kicked ass with volunteering/sustainability module planning (fuck yeah networking, fuck yeah potential development money) and conference handbook organising (and putting in a paper for said conference)


• I have not yet kicked any ass regarding my challenge fics. And yet... I cannot muster any panic about this.


• People whom I've promised icons: They will materialise, please be patient. I'm currently still in the cropping stage (damn I love cropping... um, cropping pictures. But yeah, also the other type of cropping though sadly not getting to do any of that at the moment, apply within if interested)


• I'm in the mood to read aaaaaaall the Frank/Mikey fics at the moment and have been going through my old favourites but am now hitting a dead end because I don't want to read anything tagged with 'alcoholism' or 'drug use' or 'adultery'. Or... well okay, I'm being super picky atm but I really just want to read seventy-thousand fics about them being roommates and falling in love and if there's some d/s vibe (with Mikey as the 's' in the equation, then all the better). SPECIFIC FIC NEED IS SPECIFIC.


• My mum is coming for a visit next Monday. We are planning a day in London to visit Madam Tussaud's which has been her long-held dream to see. It makes me happy to be able to facilitate that. I asked mum if there was anything else that she would like to see or do in London and she said she'd think about it. Today she rang to inform me of her choice. What was it, you may ask. The Big Ben? The Buckingham Palace? Shopping spree on the Oxford Street? No, no and hell no. My mother, she told me excitedly, had 'looked at things in the internet' and found that there was a Sherlock Holmes Museum (the emphasis was most definitely there) in London and that she would very much like to visit that if possible. Then she asked for some floor measurements because she's making me a rug and asked what flavour vodka I would like from the airport. If I am even a little bit awesome, it's because of her <3


• Okay, writing this post has killed sufficient amount of time that I actually feel vaguely sleepy now. I should probably get on that.

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