ARGH. i'm not only banning the t-word around me i am refusing to talk to anyone in their post-t----- glow, because they're the ones who keep saying such things as *glare* (yes you! poach!) "oh another beautiful post-t----- day!" and no, the fact that your friend had an extension doesn't make me happy - alison milbank swore no extensions whatsoever for anybody so don't even think of asking etc. oh poach. i am so going to be a large splat in the bryan hall carpark, surrounded by broken glass and anyone who looks up will see a fourth floor broken window which will be nohrnberg's from which i would have defenestrated myself and then a lot of people will walk over me messily.