I'm so lonely.
Besides that, everything's been okay, I guess. I got a job.. well, it's not a job so much as a intern position. I'm working as a commis/kitchen hand/waiter at Delaghlios... I probably could have gotten a better position, but I don't have any formal training, so they're having me start at the bottom. It doesn't pay much, but the tips are okay on the weekends when I wait tables. You got to say one thing for the rich and snobby, they're excellent tippers. It's just enough for rent (I'm out of my one bedroom now, I got a two bedroom so there's a place for the kids to stay) and amenities, and I get to take home left overs so I barely have to pay for food at all. Even the foie gras for when Damien's over. Plus I look good in the uniform. I like working all day and getting exhausted and coming home and crashing in front of the tv. It's the best feeling in the world. Though, I'm glad I'm only doing it part time or I think I might die of over-exertion.
I set up the babies' room this weekend with a crib and two little beds for the boys, I hope they like them. Not that I don't love having them all in bed with me, but there's just really not enough room and they're starting to get so big. I love furniture shopping though, they have everything for kids these day... tiny little writing desks and tiny little roll-y chairs and tiny little recliners and even tiny little wardrobe closets complete with tiny little clothes hangers. They're so cute, I'm going to save up for a tiny little loveseat next I think.
What else.... Mum is out of the country cruising with my step-dad. She's having a nice time in her not so old age. Zucchini and Snape are thinking about having a baby. I think because Snape's getting up there in the years, it's probably about time they did if they ever want to. Of course, Zucchini's not so keen on it. She's still pretty young afterall. That's the problem with being with people who are older or younger, no one's ever at the same place in their life at the same time. I'm sure they'll figure it out though, they always do.
If anyone wants to I don't know.. make a new friend or something.. well... I'm still around.. and I promise I won't try to kill you. Or sleep with you. We could just hang out from time to time. Or go play pool. And talk and stuff. Peanut (my owl) isn't the most brilliant conversationalist (not to mention he's usually lost under the couch most of the day)...