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Stuff is weird lately. Really, really weird. I'm sort of looking forward to going home next weekend and I'm sort of dreading it.

Anyway.

I'm sat in the library right now, trying to get a head start on the next essay for textual analysis. So far all I've managed to do is check all of my online stuff and decide to write a blog. I guess procrastination at least keeps my loyal readers informed of my life. Hello loyal readers! How are YOU?

Just kidding. I know I don't have any loyal readers.

So November approaches and I've decided to give NaNoWriMo my attention for the second year in a row. I have a tiny bit of a plot and a tiny bit of a character, but so far that's about it. Oh well. It's more than I had last year in some respects.

I kind of decided on a whim that I'd do it. I'd been uhming and ahhing about it for a couple of weeks until I (for want of a better phrase) decided to screw it and just go for it. The little voice in my head that makes me do silly things no longer wants to be a part of my life, but like it or not I've definitely been changed. Life's too short.

I feel that seen as I'm sat here pretending to be scholarly, I should express just how much I adore this library. I don't know how old it is, but it feels old. It's draughty and promises knowledge and inspiration from the moment you step through the double doors. The high ceilings and rows of bookcases interspersed with long tables designed for hours of fervent reading can't help but remind you of the wizarding world that I so unashamedly love. It's laced with possibility and just a tiny sprinkle of magic. One day, something with my name on it will be permitted to sit on one of its creaky wooden shelves. One day.

With any luck I'll be receiving two visitors very shortly, and my I cannot wait.

Now I really should be reading King Lear...