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It turns out that if you e-mail a professor at 3 in the morning it worries them a little.

In other news, my sleep schedule is still fucked up. It briefly seemed like it would stabilize in York, but then I came back to Leicester and it went to hell again. arighakjh fksdjgh dkjf that is how I feel on the subject.

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As an aside! My one and only fanmix, originally posted here in ohgod July 2008, is now on 8tracks (tumblr post), if you're interested. It is a Susan Pevensie fanmix, and, you may notice from the original date, pre-Dust and thus goes for the book canon ending. It is on record as being the most depressing playlist I have ever put together: I don't think I've listened to it straight through since I finished it because there are too many emotions attached. That's right: I made a mix that I am unable to listen to FIVE YEARS LATER. That's fandom for ya.

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Okay, I have to make arrangements for shipping my stuff home as soon as possible, since I'm leaving in less than two weeks now. (My flight's on the thirteenth.) I'm notoriously bad at eyeballing how much stuff I actually have, but I keep thinking that if it wasn't for all the damn books I'd be able to fit all my stuff in two suitcases and two carry-ons. This is probably not true, but dear gods, I have a lot of books, even after I went through and winnowed out the ones I'm okay with passing off to Oxfam. That's at least fifty, by the way. Some of them are cookbooks. I can probably pack at least twenty into my actual luggage. I could probably go ahead and get rid of the two pairs of boots where the heel has worn out and I haven't bothered to get them replaced. (One pair I've got an identical set at home. I just hate throwing away shoes. Alternately I could take them to a cobbler here and see if they're fixable.)

Ugh, I hate this. My dissertation is due on the tenth and I'm a week behind and I keep having panic attacks. I kept thinking I was going to be on top of this shit for once, but noooooooooo. Plus I'm probably going to have to throw out food, which I also hate, god, I hate everything.

I could probably seriously cut down on the amount of packing needed if I threw out all the clothes with holes in them, though. Because that's most of my shirts. (Classy, Bed, so classy.)

ETA: Oh great! Now I can be stressed, panicking, writing my dissertation, packing, AND on my period all at the same time! *bursts into tears* (Well, at least that explains why my emotions have been up and down all week.)

gods and monsters: the sun king (narnia fic)

'sup, y'all. This is another piece of concept-writing, like The Midnight Man, that I should probably sit on since it has some familiar faces in it, but come on, who doesn't want to read 5K of creepy god shit in post-Dust Narnia? (Anything tagged "gods and monsters" -- this is unrelated to my tumblr tag of the same name -- is post-Dust and pre-Revelations.)

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( the sun king )