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Have spent the morning failing to do maths, playing with this time wasting thing and generally wasting oxygen.

I just remembered that I hadn't actually informed agenticarus that the pigeons outdid themselves and my card arrived on Christmas Eve.

In the cause of 'failing to do maths', I just wrote this. The prompt was 'a long and fraught car ride'.

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I now have rather small quantities of website at http://chess.publication.org.uk/ - there are a few index pages and a ton of photos and (old) Haylar strips in folders accessed by everyone's favourite, the Apache directory listing. I need a decent gallery thing to string them together in a vaguely meaningful manner with, rather than just 'oh, and here are some photos'. I wonder who I need to kill to steal Poohsoc's, which produces only slightly unpleasent URLs and supports catagorising by occasion and people, which the 'People' and 'Me' sections could certainly do with.

Some new content would probably also be a bonus, but I guess the photos count for that; most of them weren't up there before, and the different sizes make them vaguely more convenient to look at.

Spent far too much on clothes today. Apparently I'm not allowed to just wear my old clothes until they actually fall apart, rather than just looking vaguely faded and slightly bobbly. Oh well. Need to get into town and troll charity shops for more LARP kit, but I don't have the time. (Time when I'm awake and/or the shops are open, I mean.)

I appear to have forgotten half of the maths that I did know, which is awkward. Also, I have a question on complex numbers to do, which I'm too stupid to do, despite looking things up in a textbook *and* online. And now my arm hurts again, so I'll be going and fetching some food, I think.

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Right. I appear to be down to five people for the new year's party that I've been trying to organise quietly so as to not have screaming hoard(e)s descend on my house. However, I think I would like a few more screaming hoard(e)s, so if anybody would like a New Year's Party, email me for details. (As this is a public post, I'd like to make it clear that I reserve the right not to give them to you, especially if I don't know who on earth you are :-).)

I apologise for the woefully short notice, but my parents didn't like the thought of that many people turning up...