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Go away. I'm busy being blown away by the first five eps of S3 Farscape and the last hangover from the end of S2. First we had John going Scorpy-crazy, Aeryn's death and resurrection, Zhaan dying by inches, the D'Argo/Chiana/Jothee saga (Jothee looking like Leonardo Dicaprio did not endear him to me in the slightest - I spent the whole time he was on screen going 'Assault the little bastard, Rygel!'), then we had the attempted destruction of Moya, then they fucking well kicked the stuffing out of and feet from under me in ...Different Destinations. Christ, everything going so wrong in that ep was bad enough, but the final kicker... :swallows: Meep. They really like tearing your heart out and using it for a kickabout on this show, don't they?

And on the other hand, Buffy is good (missed the last few minutes and left when everyone'd had sex) and Angel kicks arse because Jasmine! Eeeee! And ew, Maggot!Jasmine. Executive demons. :snicker: I can't be the only one who had Eddie Izzard thoughts of 'Executive Transvestite' going through my head. I'm sorry, but Angel is just too damn cool for school these days.

Bloody hell it's hot...

Writing application forms and packing for Horsham (ie sleeping bag, t-shirts, wash bag, towel). Spent part of it filling in forms outside in the sun. This may have been a mistake, as it was boiling, and me and sunbathing don't get along too well. I get intensely bored very quickly - stick me on a beach and what I normally do is go in the water, come out, wait until I'm dry and hurl myself into the water again. With breaks for ice cream. Think this summer will be spent down by the river, because at least then I can lounge with my feet in it.