Susan Hated Literature

EDIT: Luna Nina is up and running again and she says:

1. Requirements ::
2. Pizza ::
3. Dating ::
4. Issue ::
5. Sharp ::
6. Distinguish ::
7. Remote ::
8. Felony ::
9. Exercise ::
10. Choose ::

Mine will be under the cut

The Premiership hasn’t quite started up yet, but you can still pick a team over at theFantasy Permiership. And if you do, you may as well join my league, by entering the following code: 28597-30580
This year I will play throughout the season. I will. Not like last year when I sorta got a little disinterested half way through.

Also I haven’t forgotten about LunaNina and our weekly associations game, but the site is down, so we can’t play along. Not yet anyway.

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I had intended to write a really witty and entertaining post on the difference between the “Spray More, Get More” ad campaign from Lynx^[1] and the Impulse Tease^[2] ad. Cause the difference seems to suggest that all men want is to be sexified. While all women want is to be chased, but not caught. Cause female + sex = slut, much better to be a tease don’t you think? Where as male + sex = Stud. I wonder what the reaction would be if they reversed the Lynx ad, to show a woman being the object of hundreds of men’s attention?

But I’m not going to. Mainly because it would involve too much effort, and instead I’m going to moan about my sleep last night. Or lack thereof.

Went to bed, window open cause of heat. But that meant noise. Which at first wasn’t too bad. But got worse and worse and worse. And it didn’t help that I had a bit of headache. Nothing major, just a little one. But bloody cars sitting outside with their engines running at 2 o’clock in the morning didn’t help at all. And then the hundreds of people who left the building shouting about how sorry they were to keep the driver waiting. That wasn’t much help either. Nor did the alarm that then decided that now would be a good time to go off. And then stop. And then start again.

Plus it was too hot under the duvet, and too cold without it. So eventually I rolled out of bed, looking for some headache tablets, which I knew I knew I had, because I remembered buying them in Boots a few weeks ago. But they weren’t in the bag where they should have been. There were plasters there. And savlon. And blister plasters. And Beechams. And an empty box of Hedex. I wasn’t happy. But headed back to bed, after grabbing a light blanket. Which was still too hot.

Eventually I slept. And woke. And slept and woke.

Until finally my alarm went off at ten to 7, when I snoozed it for my vital extra 15 minutes. Only for another alarm, much closer to go off. And that was almost worse than the whole night of interrupted sleep. To have my final ten minutes so destroyed. I was not a happy camper, let me tell you. So I got up. 15 minutes early. And headed to have my breakfast. Only to discover that the full litre of unopened milk sitting in the fridge is out of date today. Whatever, I still used it on my breakfast. But must remember to buy more this evening. Remind me before I leave work won’t you?

And before leaving for work I did find those headache tablets. Sitting in the Boots bag, by the bin. Where they’ve been for almost a month now. Memo to self, check all those 5 billion bags this evening and then throw them out.

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