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I am being stalked by Shakira. Three different shops we went into today, and every time her song came on. Spooky. The song is actually quite slow, the beats are about the same timing as "Beds are Burning" by Midnight Oil. A little more upbeat than the Oils though.

Why was I shopping and not assignment writing? We needed groceries. And I needed jeans. So we combined the two and went to a shopping centre instead of down the local supermarket. And then had to look at all the new stuff they've built since we've last been there, and check out the two bookshops and browse baby Target for pressies for reproducing friends.

(*giggle* "Baby Target" - does that sound really quite sick to anyone else?)

So we ended up being there longer than planned. But I did get jeans (down 1 size - yay! Although in all honesty I think I went down 1.5 then back up 0.5 again, but hey) and I didn't buy books (bad thing to do when deadline is Friday) and we had lunch at Nandos. :-)

So now if I could just work out these bloody stats I'd be set.

And, quite incidentally, Dean likes the idea of being stalked by Shakira. Can't think why. ;-