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I appear to be tidying my room. I've decided the kitchen stuff can all go in the kitchen, damnit, except for 'instant food' sorts of things that would be likely to be stolen, and the stuff in the refrigerator (although pulling an Amy and putting my personal refrigerator in the kitchen is tempting). There is plenty of space in there and even if everyone did this it would still be spacious. There is not plenty of space in my room. I need to be able to move in here.

I need to go to the chickenlady's house and get some of my things. I also need to be in the Keyboard Lab from 17.30-20.30 this evening, as that is when it is open. I suspect chickenlady's house will have to wait until tomorrow night after rehearsal. Grah.

Last night I had dreams involving fighting alligators, except they were too small to be alligators but I'm sure in the dream I thought 'alligators'. They were the pets of a housemate? flatmate? guest? and they were trying to eat people I cared about, so I had to put them in this big container full of cold water where they would be safe and unharmed and also leave the rest of us alone. Also, I collected hens eggs from very strange not-hens-nest places. Also I cycled a lot, and ran a lot, and swimming was involved. No wonder I was so tired when I woke up!

( wibble about visiting Canada )

Enough rambling. My room won't tidy itself, and I want to spend three hours in the keyboard lab this evening. Grah to Sibelius.