Life sucks but then it doesn't
So, I came home today (yesterday?) to the message that my room had been broken into.
I had my computer with me, luckily, and nothing is missing. Still, someone broke into my room.
Apart from the fact that my lock has been changed, which means that I now need two keys (one to get in the building and one for my room) and that people have seen what a mess this place is, it's just plain creepy.
Someone broke into my room. I didn't realise it at first, but you know what? I'm scared. My home has been violated. I don't feel safe here anymore.
Bugger.
So I've been drinking the last of my rum (why is the rum gone?) and am now feeling tipsy and I think I'll have to try to sleep soon, but that's okay as the sunrise isn't that far off.
Talking with Sabine on Messenger helped, too. She agrees with me that Milo is yummy. Yay!
Speaking of which, I had a dream that he was my boyfriend and we had SingStar duels. (Note: duels, not duets.) My mind is a funny place, these days. (I miss being in love, just a little.)
Anyway, one of my sisters is three months from giving birth and the other is not talking to my mum. Such is life. Mum's almost back to normal, though.
I have committed fic, twice even, of the Peter/Claire variety. I might be looking for a beta but I'll do that after my exams. Which are killing me, by the way.
I might post a bit here on Heroes later on, after I've slept, and the latest Doctor Who is waiting for me to watch it. I just couldn't tonight, for some reason.
But now, I must sleep. I hope this post makes sense. I feel like I'm rambling.
I blame the rum.
I had my computer with me, luckily, and nothing is missing. Still, someone broke into my room.
Apart from the fact that my lock has been changed, which means that I now need two keys (one to get in the building and one for my room) and that people have seen what a mess this place is, it's just plain creepy.
Someone broke into my room. I didn't realise it at first, but you know what? I'm scared. My home has been violated. I don't feel safe here anymore.
Bugger.
So I've been drinking the last of my rum (why is the rum gone?) and am now feeling tipsy and I think I'll have to try to sleep soon, but that's okay as the sunrise isn't that far off.
Talking with Sabine on Messenger helped, too. She agrees with me that Milo is yummy. Yay!
Speaking of which, I had a dream that he was my boyfriend and we had SingStar duels. (Note: duels, not duets.) My mind is a funny place, these days. (I miss being in love, just a little.)
Anyway, one of my sisters is three months from giving birth and the other is not talking to my mum. Such is life. Mum's almost back to normal, though.
I have committed fic, twice even, of the Peter/Claire variety. I might be looking for a beta but I'll do that after my exams. Which are killing me, by the way.
I might post a bit here on Heroes later on, after I've slept, and the latest Doctor Who is waiting for me to watch it. I just couldn't tonight, for some reason.
But now, I must sleep. I hope this post makes sense. I feel like I'm rambling.
I blame the rum.