I'm trying to write a CV, and I've remembered just how crap at those things I am. And just to rub it in, I can't find my MSc certificate anywhere. I couldn't even remember when I did it until I fortuitously unearthed a copy of my dissertation. I'm a giga-spaz :( Plus, rummaging through my old envelopes (that's my filing system, OK?) made me nostalgic and sniffly.
What is good though, is that my room seems to be a slow dripping portal to a and of butterflies. One appears, lives a few days flitting around the room, then dies quietly in a corner. They're all red admirals. I figure it's best to keep them inside - it's way too cold at the moment. I'm gambling on the fact that a few days in my warm(er) brightly coloured room, with plenty of plants to hide in, is better than an hour or two in the frost. I hope that's right.
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