I could talk about the fabulous-ness of the UK version of Queer As Folk, or about how happy I am with my mastery of my mother's sewing machine. I could probably mention that I will at least be getting my overdraft taken care of this week, having turned in a decent size pay slip on Friday to make SURE that it was deposited nice and early. I could point out that I sewed up my bastard ripped jeans yet again, and they're cooperating so far. I might even mention that since stopping carbohydrate consumption after 3 in the afternoon each day, I've lost 7 pounds in one week. I won't mention how many more pounds I still have to go before I can fit into my red corduroys that fit me so very well three years ago. That would just annoy me and everyone else, so I'll avoid that entirely. I could talk about how BLOODY EXCITED I am at the idea of the impending
ariesgirlie visit.
But, frankly, I'm not in a writing mood at the moment. So, I won't talk about any of the above.
Hah.