Happy 30th Birthday, Harry Potter!

Yes, I do realise the fact that I not only know what day his birthday is but what year makes me a very big dork.  And I'm okay with that. 

In honour of my thesis being ready to be turned in on Monday, and of course since it was dear wee Harry who got me on this long thesis road to begin with, we had a partay.  With Hogwarts themed food, of course, like deviled eggs and chocolate frogs and Gryffindor-coloured rice krispy treats and such.  It was a great spread, and a great low-key celebration with my great Aberdeen friends. 

Moulded To My Rear

This is where I've been seated for far too long.  I'm sure you can see my bum-imprint there...

I may never sit on this loveseat again once I'm done. 

Literature Review

I am hating this part.  These are the books I own that I had to dig out to get citations from, and bibliographies, and whatnot.  Ugh.  I really, really hate this part.  Can I not do it?  Please can I skip this part? 

The Bunny...

the bunny, oh I ate the bunny.  I didn't eat my soup or my bread just the bunny.  The bunny, the bunny, oh I love the bunny...

but now I feel sick in the head... from the thesis.  Not the bunny.  The bunny sacrificed himself so that I can write.  Thank you, bunny. 

Playful

Often annoying, as well.  But entertaining when he starts chasing reflections and climbing the doors.  Literally. 

Health and Safety!

The fire door that should always stay open at the back of Lynch's office, the one that takes us out to the garden, is now locked.  And bolted.  And impossible to get out. 

This is dangerous.  And very sad.  No more work picnics.  Boo-hoo! 

Hello, lovely garden.  I can only enjoy you through the window, now....

Crazy Day

I went to church this morning, which is shocking enough in itself, because my friend Scot was preaching.  I got there to find out that I was also a Scripture reader.  What?!  That was the first I'd heard of it!  But I'm good, I can read.  I actually like reading-- I just like it better when I know about it ahead of time.  =D

After church, which was good, I spent the afternoon with Carrie.  We went to a artsy craftsy show at the Academy, and got coffee, and just hung out.  And I bought new flip flops.  For £1 at Primark.  Why, you might ask?  Because it started pouring down rain (despite it having been hot and gorgeous on my way to church) while Carrie and I were out, and my flip flops were worn enough on the bottom that I could barely stay upright on the slick paving stones of Union Street.  It was seriously bad.  Carrie practically had to carry me!  These were much better, and I didn't slip at all afterwards. 

Then I came home and started writing again.  The End.