Thanks to all of you who tuned in to wish me a happy Bloomsday...after the fifth email, I worked out that somehow Bloomsday has become inherently associated with me. No idea how that happened (cough, jamesjoycerules, cough).

After the sixth, I decided to take matters into my own hands; a flurry of HAPPY BLOOOOOMSDAAAAAAAAY greetings were sent out, and now I appear to be...yep, I'm randomly calling people.

Strangers.

In the telephone book.

Probably I should be using this time to study for my history exam that's happening in four hours. BUT BLOOMSDAY ONLY HAPPENS ONCE A YEAR.