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Got in at 8.45am, and I've actually been working all morning. How strange. *g*

And, on the train in here, I did almost as much study as I did all weekend. I'm blaming it on Alex Lloyd's "Watching Angels Mend", which managed to make me happy on a Monday morning.

SN drabble

I Hate Mornings

Lyric spam

I was going to post the little SN lines I've been sending Celli, but I didn't save them. So instead, lyric spam. I've been listening to Alex Lloyd's 2002 CD "Watching Angels Mend".

Oh, it's gorgeous music. It's sunshine music, the type that makes you feel warm, relaxed and content. (It's being added to Paul Simon's "Graceland" as music that will always make me feel incredibly good.)

Anyway, there's a couple of songs I really like, and one of them is Bus Ride. ( lyrics )

I think you need to hear the sweetness of the melody to really appreciate it, but it's lovely.

Really, I'd like to just force all of my Flist to sit down and listen to this CD. It's delightful.

Le sigh!

I wanna go home. I haven't done anything since lunchtime, and I have a headache, and eurgh. Home.

If I've just spent time talking to my *co-workers* and bitching about the lack of love I have for TV in general, I'm seriously bored. Mind you, I also mentioned the fact that although Rob Lowe is over forty, I'd do him at the drop of a hat.

Which led to discussions about him being too old (dude, he looks about 25. The old rule doesn't apply), being married (which, yes, would stop me. I don't have many ethics, but I do have *some*) and the fact that there's a big old ocean between us and the difference between our yearly salaries (which makes it unlikely I'd even meet him).

Still, am dreadfully amused at the order of the objections. Yes, it's the fact that he's *married* that will stop me from sleeping with Rob Lowe. The fact that it's impossible for many other reasons is willfully ignored.

Still, just so all of you know, if he *wasn't* married, I'd do him at the drop of a hat. (Same goes for Johnny Depp. Same goes for Keanu Reeves, and Peter Krause, and... let's just stop there.)