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icegemini needs a packet of ice gems, which I've not forgotten. I want to sit down and spend the afternoon doing all this stuff, but I can't because of I've got a stupid hangover that feels like someone's filled my head with wet sand. Red wine. I'll never learn, ever. Instead of being able to concentrate, all I can think of to do is to go to H&M and buy up their entire new autumn wardrobe of chintzy, tweedy elderly-lady-detective outfits. But changing room mirrors, hangovers and cheap clothes were never meant to mix. I've developed a love of brown clothes recently, despite having it drummed into me by my life-drawing tutor that brown clothes 'spoke of death and decay' and one must never wear them. As well as shooting down in flames those who wore brown, before each lesson she also used to make us perform calisthenics on the lawn in front of the student residences. She was small, birdlike, bobbed hair and always in black - and could deliver the sort of tongue lashings that could crush an ego flat in a second. Anyway, despite this, I want More Brown Clothes. I don't care about the death and decay aspect anymore.
My plan for the rest of the day is now as follows: shower, dress, go into town and buy something brown, come home, eat crisps, write emails, read some fic (janecarnall's Professionals stuff), then get ready for friends coming round in the evening. Eat mum's home-made pie she bought last weekend. Avoid wine. Hopefully by this time the hangover will have gone and I'll feel less like a troll.
icegemini needs a packet of ice gems, which I've not forgotten. I want to sit down and spend the afternoon doing all this stuff, but I can't because of I've got a stupid hangover that feels like someone's filled my head with wet sand. Red wine. I'll never learn, ever. Instead of being able to concentrate, all I can think of to do is to go to H&M and buy up their entire new autumn wardrobe of chintzy, tweedy elderly-lady-detective outfits. But changing room mirrors, hangovers and cheap clothes were never meant to mix. I've developed a love of brown clothes recently, despite having it drummed into me by my life-drawing tutor that brown clothes 'spoke of death and decay' and one must never wear them. As well as shooting down in flames those who wore brown, before each lesson she also used to make us perform calisthenics on the lawn in front of the student residences. She was small, birdlike, bobbed hair and always in black - and could deliver the sort of tongue lashings that could crush an ego flat in a second. Anyway, despite this, I want More Brown Clothes. I don't care about the death and decay aspect anymore.My plan for the rest of the day is now as follows: shower, dress, go into town and buy something brown, come home, eat crisps, write emails, read some fic (
janecarnall's Professionals stuff), then get ready for friends coming round in the evening. Eat mum's home-made pie she bought last weekend. Avoid wine. Hopefully by this time the hangover will have gone and I'll feel less like a troll.
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Er, yes, they are a chocolate-covered sandwich biscuit, and they are (imho) blissfully good. Out here we have: Original, Caramel (blech, because I don't like caramel much), Double-Choc (there is a difference, but I'm not sure what, but the packet is blue instead of brown), and the special Tia Maria Tim-Tams, which I've never had.
I'd be happy to post some if you like - they're only about $2.99 a packet here.