and we dance, dance! and we move a little closer

Turns out I'm not a prodigy of phone fundraising after all! Yesterday I hit answer machines for three straight hours and spoke at length to only one human being (who was a Ph.D student, and lovely, but penniless). Oh well, only two more days and then it's LONDON TIME.

I am super-excited for some reason. May ball gown shopping with Vicky! Dodging Sam's parents! A city that IS NOT CAMBRIDGE! It might be mostly the latter, actually; travel fever, though I'm not particularly unhappy with post-term Cambridge at the moment, as I somewhat was before Christmas. I also look forward to going home; everyone in Norway suddenly bursting onto Facebook has been a bonding experience that I hope will be continued in real life. Also, I've been fruitlessly trying to shop for two and a half months (I've become weirdly fashion-conscious this term, which is either my brain trying to protect itself from thinkier thoughts or just my brain being a bit shallow and reading a lot of Grazia), and I'm hoping to be more successful in Trondheim. And I want to dissertate in cafés while drinking very expensive coffee (my new plan for getting dissertating done).

Of course, before any of this can come to pass, I must:
- Write something exciting for the supervision on Friday (HAH)
- Hand in very overdue books at the UL, get out new, shiny ones
- Open a UK bank account so I can get paid (and you wouldn't believe how tricky that is; you'd think they'd be falling over themselves)
- Break into Sam's room and get the minidisc player and trousers he left behind (or possibly ask porter for key)
- Do one more load of laundry
- Do two more shifts at the campaign
- Pack

Doable!

I've taken to singing softly into my headset microphone after (not before) hanging up a call; generally the Pipettes' "It's Not Love (But It's Still A Feeling)". I also sometimes sing a little self-penned song called "That Guy" when a name pops up that I've tried several times before: "That guy! That guy, that guy, that guuuuuuy!" This is why being employed is not safe for me.