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I am full of Friday tiredness, and possible hormonal muscle twitchyness, and I can't concentrate, and my music is annoying me, and GAH. There are 24 minutes left in my work day, and they are 24 minutes too long.
Also, I've been thinking about miss_jen, and my friend Oliver's wife Pauline.
My plans for the weekend involve a lot of paint (painting the ceiling is a necessary evil), and I already know that I will be covered in it. Does anyone manage to paint a small awkwardly shaped room without getting paint in their hair? I know I can't.
Hormones seem to make my RSI prone bits more RSI prone. THANKS OESTROGEN, no, really, I LOVE acheing in lots of places. My beloved Miss Marie left some Midol (which I think is some sort of ibuprofen miracle pill) at our house when she last stayed with us, a very long time ago, and it is making being at work easier, but I do just want to go outside and wander around.
The moors were gloriously autumn coloured and sunshine this morning, and as I got nearer to Keighley, I drove into a cloud of clinging wet. The rest of the day has lived up to the clinging wet. It's like North Yorks is having a happy day, but West Yorks is being grumpy.
OK, now I'm just rambling. More soap to make this weekend, for the soap giving fest that comes at the end of December.
N.
Also, I've been thinking about miss_jen, and my friend Oliver's wife Pauline.
My plans for the weekend involve a lot of paint (painting the ceiling is a necessary evil), and I already know that I will be covered in it. Does anyone manage to paint a small awkwardly shaped room without getting paint in their hair? I know I can't.
Hormones seem to make my RSI prone bits more RSI prone. THANKS OESTROGEN, no, really, I LOVE acheing in lots of places. My beloved Miss Marie left some Midol (which I think is some sort of ibuprofen miracle pill) at our house when she last stayed with us, a very long time ago, and it is making being at work easier, but I do just want to go outside and wander around.
The moors were gloriously autumn coloured and sunshine this morning, and as I got nearer to Keighley, I drove into a cloud of clinging wet. The rest of the day has lived up to the clinging wet. It's like North Yorks is having a happy day, but West Yorks is being grumpy.
OK, now I'm just rambling. More soap to make this weekend, for the soap giving fest that comes at the end of December.
N.