Well, because BT are fucking retarded, it looks like I won't be getting the Intarwebs in my (oh so cool) new apartment anytime soon. A curse and embarrasing social diseases upon them all. Fortunately help is at hand in the form of an internet cafe just down the road from my (as previously mentioned, oh so cool) new place, so I will still be around ( Read more... )

Okay, so it seems Lex does have the Virus after all. I would be more worried, but a) he was in the last two seasons, so it's pretty obvious he's not going to die, b) that makeup is atrocious and just makes me laugh and c) he's not as pretty as Jack anyway. No he isn't Snithy you are a Spacejaw! Oh, and he's short. I didn't notice until Bray ( Read more... )

Ow. My. Fucking. Ear. I don't know what the fuck is going on with this, but it's pissing me off; I've been fine all day, then around six o'clock it starts to hurt a little and now? I'm in fucking agony. Again! And I can't take any more time off work and I have too much stuff to do, with the moving and the finding of a house to move into and blah- ( Read more... )

I return ( Read more... )

I have succeeded in my epic quest to clean Darth Bathroom before I move out next month. Go me! Now all that remains is Darth Kitchen. And the bedrooms. And the entrance hall and corridor and the pantry... oh God, I'm going to die. And then I have to pack ( Read more... )

Moving tomorrow. Have to disconnect computer and be internet-less for several days, oh no!

Hate moving.

Oooh! Lupin and Sirius day today. Feeeeel their canonical love.

In other news... I have no other news. Still haven't finished packing. Still too hot. Also sleepy.

Watched 'Cambridge Spies' last night - Sam West's bizarre conversation about socks is made even stranger by the fact that it takes place while he's in bed with another man.

Moving house sucksHave spent the day packing in preparation for the move at the end of the month, and have discovered three things ( Read more... )