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Brislitas: It's getting so cold that I have sparrows and pigeons duking it out for a spot atop my letterbox. Suggesting we rug up in our most loliable winter jackets and hit up that little tea cafe opposite Eckersly's in the city to regain feeling in our extremities with hot chocolate and tea over the uni break, y/y?
Yesterday I was presented with an affront to environmentalists everwhere- 30 pages of dead tree covered in only the most toxic-smelling ink. It was the 10, 000 word paper that my professor and I are working on, and I have finally come to experience the most common thing that journalists bitch about: HE EDITED SOME OF MY BEST BITS ;_; He gave me the job of going through the whole thing and making sure the references matched up, so tonight's going to be just me and my big red pen alone in a room together.
Yesterday I was presented with an affront to environmentalists everwhere- 30 pages of dead tree covered in only the most toxic-smelling ink. It was the 10, 000 word paper that my professor and I are working on, and I have finally come to experience the most common thing that journalists bitch about: HE EDITED SOME OF MY BEST BITS ;_; He gave me the job of going through the whole thing and making sure the references matched up, so tonight's going to be just me and my big red pen alone in a room together.