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Since that meme informed me that I really need to start updating more, I guess I should update, huh?
So what's new with me? I've got a wee job at a restaurant to tide me over until something that actually applies my qualifications comes along. And I really do hope something comes along, my aching, 11 hours working feet are telling me I need a desk job.
Christmas was lovely. The Boy and I went to the parentals, my brother came up, 'twas nice. My haul was good; oodles of PS3 games from Martin, ridiculously cosy jammies and dressing gown from mum (which I am wearing now and never want to take off), Game of Thrones t-shirts and a copy of The Owl Who Was Afraid of the Dark (bit of a random choice from my Uncle but it did elicit a very loud and slightly teary "Awwwwwww!" from me, which was probably the desired result) and my brother gave me his old desktop. I've wanted a new desktop for ages now, and while his isn't bang up to date, it's still a million times better than the one I have. It'll run Star Craft II and that's all that really matters to me. He also bought me Skyrim for the PS3 but Martin got me that too. I think I'll trade it in for Space Marine.
Dammit, why do I have to work? I have games to play, don't they realise these things are important?
Speaking of "Dammit, why do I have to work?" I'm working on Hogmanay. Bumholes.
Edit: Oh yes. Christmas this year was a Dry one.
So what's new with me? I've got a wee job at a restaurant to tide me over until something that actually applies my qualifications comes along. And I really do hope something comes along, my aching, 11 hours working feet are telling me I need a desk job.
Christmas was lovely. The Boy and I went to the parentals, my brother came up, 'twas nice. My haul was good; oodles of PS3 games from Martin, ridiculously cosy jammies and dressing gown from mum (which I am wearing now and never want to take off), Game of Thrones t-shirts and a copy of The Owl Who Was Afraid of the Dark (bit of a random choice from my Uncle but it did elicit a very loud and slightly teary "Awwwwwww!" from me, which was probably the desired result) and my brother gave me his old desktop. I've wanted a new desktop for ages now, and while his isn't bang up to date, it's still a million times better than the one I have. It'll run Star Craft II and that's all that really matters to me. He also bought me Skyrim for the PS3 but Martin got me that too. I think I'll trade it in for Space Marine.
Dammit, why do I have to work? I have games to play, don't they realise these things are important?
Speaking of "Dammit, why do I have to work?" I'm working on Hogmanay. Bumholes.
Edit: Oh yes. Christmas this year was a Dry one.