Reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.
It is the end of term three in my course, and I have — by necessity — been drawn to complete many, many items of assessment.
Verily, pity my teachers. Yesterday afternoon, I submitted the pieces for my 'Novel' subject. Total: 14,000 words. Egad. Today, I submitted the pieces for my 'Symbolism, Poetry and Myth' (together at last, I hear you say?) subject. Total: 10,000 words. Yikes.
Needless to say, I have also organised delivery of vast quantities of caffeine for my teachers; the lovely Louise, and the virtuous Carole. Ladies: God bless you, and all those who sail in you.
Oh, and I have a cold. Which my partner gave me. Rest assured, I have dispatched the fly monkeys to his current location. They don't wish him any specific harm. But they'll probably mess up his hair. Which he'll hate. He spends quite a little bit of time on it, you see. It is all part of my evil plan. Heh heh heh. But I'll make it up to him. I have a lovely first anniversary gift for him this week. I'm a very, very good boyfriend, doncha know. ; )
Aaron Hughes will return in the short story: 'It's My Birthday and I'll Die (of Embarrassment) if I Want To'.
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