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Oh, I'm happy and drunk and some lovely people have answered my friends' test. (Sorry if the site is occasionally down or fucked; it's not my fault!) Yesterday we put more henna on G's hair; it made a great mess of my room; it dyed my carpet and chair and towels and bowls dark blue or green, but it made very little difference to his hair. Bugger. Still, it's nice and shiny and very dark brown, which I guess is something. I think if he wants it black, he'll just have to bleach it first - since four hours with half a kilo of black henna on it has so little effect! I remember dyeing IWJ's hair bright orange a few years ago - his hair is naturally black, and we had to use industrial quantities of bleach, and leave them on for about 2 hours, after which his hair became bright yellow, and refused to get any paler. He looked like Bjorn Borg; it was most alarming. Another time, I dyed damerell's hair bright blue - delightful effect, but unfortunately it faded after a week or so.
Anyway, G has been playing lots of shooty with R, and I have been filling in his JSA forms and he's signed on. And I've entered Tocharian data, and - cool! it slots into my tree without disturbing anything else, at a wholly sensible point (after Hittite and Albanian, but before Greco-Armenian). Excellent! There really is very little more I can do on this part of my research (except write it up; bother) - I've now covered all the branches of Indo-European. I guess I can look at branch lengths and try to determine some sort of average rate of change, and hence date for Proto-Indo-European. That would be cool.
Oh, my father finally rang me. He talked nervously, at length, about everything apart from my engagement. Eventually I mentioned it and asked how he felt about it. He said words to the effect of - "you're a big girl now and can do what you like - it's none of my business". Which I guess is the best I can hope for. It would have been nice if he'd been pleased, but hey. I'm pleased; that's all that matters.

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Today, wandered back in intense heat to college. Bought a sherbet fountain to occupy me on the way. Sherbet fountains just don't change, do they? It cost 10p, it comes in the same yellow and red paper packaging as always, and I couldn't get the liquorice tube to work properly any more than I could when I was six. I guess it's reassuring, really.
Had long lazy bath and faffed with my new Indo-European tree. I'm really very pleased with it. Sorted out some clothes that G and I need to clean for Whitby, and packed them up. Went to get bus back to Chesterton, as I didn't feel like walking all that way carrying so much stuff. The 7.15 bus didn't come. Neither did the 7.30 one. Eventually I caught the 8A at about 7.55. Blast these buses. Then in the One Stop, there was an enormous queue; and then I was nearly run over by a car while crossing a side street. The world hates me today, clearly.
Off to Whitby on Thursday, in zotz's car, with him, G and robinbloke. Hurrah!