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# Kind of crap day, overtired and still not 100% healthy. Was completely useless in Russian class. Completely, utterly, absolutely, so very beyond useless. 100% mental blank. And there I'd been yesterday, spending a ridiculous amount of time on my homework trying to avoid the worst gender clichees while writing about what women/men/etc. do always/sometimes/never/etc. with a still extremely limited vocabulary, and what the man of the group comes up with is, Женщины всегда в кухне (Women are always in the kitchen). Joy. Good thing we haven't learned yet what 'barefoot' and 'pregnant' are in Russian.

# Sunday was predictably meh; U. wanted to see St. Trinian's, which was, all right, bad, but OTOH so cracktastic that it was actually quite loveable and after a while one grew rather fond of it. Although, if you're trying to lure me into a movie with promises of Rupert Everett (still kind of works, ::is shallow::), you might want to mention the whole unattractive drag part. OTOH, there was Agatha Christie from the DW Vespiform epsiode and Miss Evangelista from Silence in the Library, and Gemma Arterton was rather gorgeous.

# With all the practising I did this weekend I'm slowly starting to get panic attacks about the belly-dancing Christmas show thing.

# Buffy rewatching, which, yes, ::sigh:: I've decided to do: 1.03, and they're all so young. David Boreanaz especially, oh dear.

# As for Merlin, when did my adorable slashy fluffy comfort tv show become all serious and angsty?!

# And why, when I've never seen a single episode of that show or even read fanfiction, did I have a dream this morning that apparently involved the Supernatural characters? ::facepalm::

# Note to self: Bed before midnight today. No seriously.