27.4.05

Delirium

- "Grace, there's only so much you can pick!" - Nancy on me picking my cigarette but scab.
Good news: what I thought was a scar is a scab, so now that I've picked at it, I just have a bald spot on my arm.

- "It should actually be quite miserable by Thursday." - weather forecaster on the weather in London. I can't believe she said this with a smile and cheery tone.

- "I'm so over it!" - all of us on our journalism projects.

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