Happy Super Exciting Fun Times!
Wow, I'm bored.
5 days now, just sitting at home. 5 days with no heating or hot water. 5 days with a chest infection, bringing up luminous green snot.
This week SUCKS.
I'm so sick of the house, I actually WANT to go to work. I WANT to leave the house and see other humans. But I feel like hell-on-a-stick. Then on Tuesday, I get to take a 4 hour train journey to the dentist to have a lovely, lovely filling.
Oh, and the main PC has died *again*, so I can't even drown my sorrows in The Sims. I've literally been on the sofa, with a duvet for 5 days. Doing crosswords and re-reading the same 3 TNG novels over, and over again. Where it's got to the point that I can visualise the pages, and I've spotted all the proof reading errors. Like that one page where it says "a Romulans" and it drives me mad every time I see it.
I'm going to eat some soup and wake The Boything up so he can amuse me.
5 days now, just sitting at home. 5 days with no heating or hot water. 5 days with a chest infection, bringing up luminous green snot.
This week SUCKS.
I'm so sick of the house, I actually WANT to go to work. I WANT to leave the house and see other humans. But I feel like hell-on-a-stick. Then on Tuesday, I get to take a 4 hour train journey to the dentist to have a lovely, lovely filling.
Oh, and the main PC has died *again*, so I can't even drown my sorrows in The Sims. I've literally been on the sofa, with a duvet for 5 days. Doing crosswords and re-reading the same 3 TNG novels over, and over again. Where it's got to the point that I can visualise the pages, and I've spotted all the proof reading errors. Like that one page where it says "a Romulans" and it drives me mad every time I see it.
I'm going to eat some soup and wake The Boything up so he can amuse me.