Situation report.
You've heard of "coming home to an empty house", right? Well, I think I've found the paradigm case - namely, coming home to a house that contains no housemate, no furniture, nothing at all apart from a few days' indoor-camping supplies, aaaaand...
...a lot of dust bunnies. Yep, I drew the house-cleaning straw, due to having to go to Games Day on Sunday and therefore not being able to go up North with Koi today. So I am not only all by me onesie, I have to do the vacuuming/dusting/washing of every bally thing as well.
Still, there's a certain satisfaction to be had in sitting with the classic I've-got-no-date Dominos takeout (7" pizza, one side order that you paid for and one free one because you ordered it off the internet, and chocolate brownies) and getting gratuitously sentimental over Devilish Presley's Viva Lost Vagrants. Those of you who know me well can probably hear the grin in all the above bitching just reading this.
Oh well, I'll blitz the place, sing loudly and out of tune because I can, and tomorrow... ooh, tomorrow is exciting. I get to go for drinks with everyone (this is your last reminder, 2pm in the Maypole and then 4pm in the Zebra, guys!) and also, thanks to Downing and an old voucher I found, I have £55 to spend in Robert Sayle so I'm going to go and buy something completely pointless and pretend to be a posh lady who can afford to go in places like that. Hey, I don't usually mind being poor and buying cheap versions of everything, but this time I have a cast-iron excuse for a really expensive treat so dammit, I'm going to have a blast. ^_^
(Oh and if anyone's bored enough to come round and keep me company tonight, btw, I've got... er, no booze, no chairs, half a pizza left and some good music on some very bad speakers, but you're welcome anyway. ^_^)
Cheers,
Rath
Edit: I feel quite proud. I just managed to rehang the stairwell door - plank oak on big iron hinges - single-handedly using only my Swiss army knife, despite the complete twonks who took it off in the first place having unscrewed the top hinge on the frame side instead of the door side and thus made it exponentially harder than usual. I'm not taking an oath it's completely safe now as the screws are kind of jammed half way *worried look*, but I'll tell the landlord and pray for luck...
And aptly enough, this was just in time for the "Anything is possible with rock'n'roll!" bit in Hammer Horror Glamour. I approve. ^_^
Edit Mark II: Final scores:
Objects vacuumed up: probably about a kilo of dust, some cobwebs, dead spiders, live spider (oops, sorry!) small pebbles, seven fucking zillion polystyrene fucking beans!, about half a mile of assorted Triadhair, my own trousers (you puffin.)
Objects not vacuumed up, but it was a near thing: some small glittery stars I found on the floor in 'Boots's room, the floor-length curtains in Koi's room, and a small zebra apparently made of plastic-dipped paperclip wire. I have no idea about that last one.
Things added to the pile of Stuff To Take With Me On Monday: a small hip flask, a screwdriver, one large plate (Koi! You forgot your stirfry!), a bottle of REALLY GOOD cherry beer hoarded over from the last beer festival (fuck, why did nobody pack that?!), and, er, an Xbox 360 because I forgot Kynesim still had mine until today (you puffin, once again.) Dammit.
Things filed under I Ain't Paid For This Shit: what appears to be a cochineal spill on the top one of the spice shelves in the kitchen (did my best, but I can't really reach to scrub up there even if I wanted to) and the layer of grease on the extractor hood above the hob. (No way, no how, no shit. O_O Especially not at one in the morning.)
Song of the Night award: Axel Rudi Pell's cover of "Mistreated" for causing me to try for David Coverdale top notes at aforesaid one in the morning. Loudly. ^_^
Right, NOW I'm going to bed. Night guys! ^_^
...a lot of dust bunnies. Yep, I drew the house-cleaning straw, due to having to go to Games Day on Sunday and therefore not being able to go up North with Koi today. So I am not only all by me onesie, I have to do the vacuuming/dusting/washing of every bally thing as well.
Still, there's a certain satisfaction to be had in sitting with the classic I've-got-no-date Dominos takeout (7" pizza, one side order that you paid for and one free one because you ordered it off the internet, and chocolate brownies) and getting gratuitously sentimental over Devilish Presley's Viva Lost Vagrants. Those of you who know me well can probably hear the grin in all the above bitching just reading this.
Oh well, I'll blitz the place, sing loudly and out of tune because I can, and tomorrow... ooh, tomorrow is exciting. I get to go for drinks with everyone (this is your last reminder, 2pm in the Maypole and then 4pm in the Zebra, guys!) and also, thanks to Downing and an old voucher I found, I have £55 to spend in Robert Sayle so I'm going to go and buy something completely pointless and pretend to be a posh lady who can afford to go in places like that. Hey, I don't usually mind being poor and buying cheap versions of everything, but this time I have a cast-iron excuse for a really expensive treat so dammit, I'm going to have a blast. ^_^
(Oh and if anyone's bored enough to come round and keep me company tonight, btw, I've got... er, no booze, no chairs, half a pizza left and some good music on some very bad speakers, but you're welcome anyway. ^_^)
Cheers,
Rath
Edit: I feel quite proud. I just managed to rehang the stairwell door - plank oak on big iron hinges - single-handedly using only my Swiss army knife, despite the complete twonks who took it off in the first place having unscrewed the top hinge on the frame side instead of the door side and thus made it exponentially harder than usual. I'm not taking an oath it's completely safe now as the screws are kind of jammed half way *worried look*, but I'll tell the landlord and pray for luck...
And aptly enough, this was just in time for the "Anything is possible with rock'n'roll!" bit in Hammer Horror Glamour. I approve. ^_^
Edit Mark II: Final scores:
Objects vacuumed up: probably about a kilo of dust, some cobwebs, dead spiders, live spider (oops, sorry!) small pebbles, seven fucking zillion polystyrene fucking beans!, about half a mile of assorted Triadhair, my own trousers (you puffin.)
Objects not vacuumed up, but it was a near thing: some small glittery stars I found on the floor in 'Boots's room, the floor-length curtains in Koi's room, and a small zebra apparently made of plastic-dipped paperclip wire. I have no idea about that last one.
Things added to the pile of Stuff To Take With Me On Monday: a small hip flask, a screwdriver, one large plate (Koi! You forgot your stirfry!), a bottle of REALLY GOOD cherry beer hoarded over from the last beer festival (fuck, why did nobody pack that?!), and, er, an Xbox 360 because I forgot Kynesim still had mine until today (you puffin, once again.) Dammit.
Things filed under I Ain't Paid For This Shit: what appears to be a cochineal spill on the top one of the spice shelves in the kitchen (did my best, but I can't really reach to scrub up there even if I wanted to) and the layer of grease on the extractor hood above the hob. (No way, no how, no shit. O_O Especially not at one in the morning.)
Song of the Night award: Axel Rudi Pell's cover of "Mistreated" for causing me to try for David Coverdale top notes at aforesaid one in the morning. Loudly. ^_^
Right, NOW I'm going to bed. Night guys! ^_^