Call me Garfield and give me cheese.
Firstly, I should be doing maths.
Secondly, does anybody have any good ideas about how to get the 'this got soaked and then didn't dry quickly enough' stink out of a heavy coat? Preferably something I can do *quickly*, because I rather need the coat back in its non-stinking state.
Thirdly, I *know* I did half of this maths work for the supervision that's in less than half an hour, and that I did it on paper so I could actually hadn it in, but my room is such a *mess* that I can't find it. Plus my maths notes were drowning in a pool of water due to me drying clothes in here with the windows closed (*duh*). And I didn't have any work for my CS supervision because my Psion and the PWF were conspiring against me.
All in all, I think I'd have benifited from just going back to bed after doing my washing this morning. Although then I'd have got ill from the detergent fumes again.
Oh, did I mention that my period is due and hence I'm going to be unbearable for, ooh, about a week? Didn't think so. Consider yourselves warned anyway. At least for once I'm not convinced everything is my fault; it's just the natural consequence of what I've prioritised, and I wouldn't have done (many) things differently. It's just a shame I don't have the tuit supply (because technically I do have the time, if I don't spend it writing whiny LJ entries and doing assorted similar junk) to make *everything* happen at least close to right.
Secondly, does anybody have any good ideas about how to get the 'this got soaked and then didn't dry quickly enough' stink out of a heavy coat? Preferably something I can do *quickly*, because I rather need the coat back in its non-stinking state.
Thirdly, I *know* I did half of this maths work for the supervision that's in less than half an hour, and that I did it on paper so I could actually hadn it in, but my room is such a *mess* that I can't find it. Plus my maths notes were drowning in a pool of water due to me drying clothes in here with the windows closed (*duh*). And I didn't have any work for my CS supervision because my Psion and the PWF were conspiring against me.
All in all, I think I'd have benifited from just going back to bed after doing my washing this morning. Although then I'd have got ill from the detergent fumes again.
Oh, did I mention that my period is due and hence I'm going to be unbearable for, ooh, about a week? Didn't think so. Consider yourselves warned anyway. At least for once I'm not convinced everything is my fault; it's just the natural consequence of what I've prioritised, and I wouldn't have done (many) things differently. It's just a shame I don't have the tuit supply (because technically I do have the time, if I don't spend it writing whiny LJ entries and doing assorted similar junk) to make *everything* happen at least close to right.
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I'm usually more likely to have deodorant to hand than Febreze, I think.
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Whoah, I'm seeing double there.
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And oh look, I've got my period too now, so we'll be such a lovely tempered pair on saturday.
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The army surplus shop near Christ's might have some wool coats in your size; these don't smell too bad when wet. This is obviously not a solution to your current stinky-coat problem, but might avoid it in future. Don't worry about it too much - lots of other people are in the same situation.
::makes a note to develop a non-nasty defence against the Flailing Girl Attack within the next couple of days::
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My fluffy black hat remains soaked, even though I took a hairdryer to it last night.
And noooo, not a *defence* against the Flailing Girl Attack! How will I survive?
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Note I said a non-nasty defence. Unimaginable torment notwithstanding, I'd prefer to avoid being nasty to you. I'd also prefer to avoid falling victim to a flailing girl. There are, as I see it, only two solutions to this pair of desires. Well, three, but I don't think I can get enough salt on short notice.
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That last sentence really didn't work, did it?
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