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Glasses...

Are weird, really. Kinda like looking through that patch of the windshield that's been rubbed clean by someone's cuff or a spare napkin or something. Everything outside that patch is a little foggy, a little out of focus, a little greasy?... Although that effect seems to last just while the glasses are on. Once they're off, given a minute or two, everything seems to go back to regular "in focus-ness", and it's only when you put them back on again that you realise that regular in focus-ness is actually not quite as good as you might perhaps hope. Still, I definitely makes colours brighter and lines more defined, although I'm still not sure if they're quite right... its only been a week though.

Oh, and Tim is right. The weirdest bit is that everyone seems to be invading your personal space - as if you're seeing the people around you properly for the first time (which I suppose, technically, you are) and it turns out that they should definitetly be keeping their distance a bit more. Malls, eh. Lots of people...

And added to the newness of the glasses, comes the newness of a new job. Big thanks for this goes to James C, as I was retreiving an article for him from the National Centre for Research on Europe (NCRE) when the director there (one Dr. Martin Holland, who's car YED213, incidentally, forms part of the 213 mythos) asked if I wanted to become the administrator for the centre upon finishing the thesis (yes, yes. It's going. Probably not what you'd call "well", but definitely going). Which sounded cool to me. So, turns out his financial-type person quite as well, and now I will most likely be the administrator and financial-type person of the NCRE come March. Fabbo. It's only a halftime job though, but this plus the tutoring should see me well sorted for at least the first half of the year.

So, no more bourbon and coke in the forseeable future. Probably.

Right, other than that, those weddings are getting awful close there (scary), and I have to move out of my flat by February 9th (bloody annoying). Oh, and speaking of blogging, I seem to remember blogging a while ago that I was pretty damn happy even though (upon writing) I was sans job and girl, but definitely not sans thesis. Looks like, come March, I won't even have those three issues hanging around no more. Should be good :)

In fact, should be fantastic. And one of the major reasons for it being so damn fantastic, now and in the future? Sarah. She is lovely, and I can't wait to spend better time with her than the thesis-oriented snippits that she receives at the moment. Bring on March.