new glasses.
world is too pointy.
glasses making nose go funny.
help.

My room absolutely gives the impression of standing in a bottle of milk. Except for the part where the blue of the hall is reflecting oddly and convincing me it needs another coat of paint when it physically cannot. Also I have finished the second coat of undercoating for the woodwork and the blue is still showing. How this is happening I do not ( Read more... )

Corrections are safely dispatched into the ether, and unless the external wants more changes, this is hopefully it.
I find myself  possessed of the desire to start rewriting the whole thing from scratch.

Yeah. Someone talk sense into me, quick.

Mammy: What else do we need for Christmas?
Little Sister: The sweets that you put in the pretty patterns!
Mammy, Me, Daddy: *?*
Little Sister: The long thin ones and the wee round ones and the big round ones and the ones with the alcohol and the ones with the mint and...stop laughingOh god nearly Christmas. NOTHING DONE. NO PRESENTS. You're all ( Read more... )

OH GOD.

Someone kindly ensure I never again offer to write for a source that scares the pants off me?

*did not think this through*

I am mortally embarrassed because I don't mind if the band found my entry about their gig but I never needed to know that they did. Even if they left a perfectly lovely comment and I wrote nothing I haven't/wouldn't say to their faces. *resumes flail*

I realise I should not be on the internet, I do. This is how the internet works. People google ( Read more... )

Finishing up corrections, going to spend tomorrow merging it all together and fixing footnoes and formatting and printing the whole thing. There's a LOT of footnote fixing, since half of them have randomly decided to turn themselves full-size instead of superscript, please kill me now. Ahem ( Read more... )

I should perhaps check what the module is before I send enthusiastic agreement to teach it ( Read more... )