It is still like pulling teeth to actually get any words on this page, ugh. All I want to do is listen to music and bake. Or make marmalade. Which I can't do yet, because I don't have a muslin bag for extracting pectin and I don't have cheesecloth to make a temporary bag and I don't have enough empty jars to put it in anyway.
Obviously none of this is not helpful in the slightest. And jb hi-fi aren't helping my mood any. It's Kim's birthday this Sunday, I ordered dvds for her about a fortnight ago, with an estimated two day shipping time, and I'm still waiting for two of them. Amazon UK have sent me two orders in the same time frame. I mean, really, that's ridiculous. - okay, just got a call from them to say that the "in stock" items when I placed my order were already committed to existing orders, and so mine is now a back order. But I can go to the closest store and they'll fill the order from their floor stock, which is lovely, and thank you for your customer service, you've restored my faith in you. [But seriously, if the order is delayed, how hard is it to send an automatic email going "Your order has unfortunately been delayed"? Amazon do it all the time.] AND the people next door are repainting their house, so all I can hear is a constant drone of sandblaster where they're rubbing back the old stuff.
My to-do list for today is to deal with the eleven eight two (!) tabs of things I have open, track down what's going on with these sodding dvds, upload my writer's commentary (sigh) and get from the "This is an interesting result because of reasons" to "SO NOW LET'S DISCUSS PLUTARCH" section of my paper WHY YES, I DID ACTUALLY DO IMPORTANT SHIT TODAY. Thank you.
another edit: Lush just sent me
this email which has practically made me cry. Thank you, Lush. I'll never again feel guilty for the shitloads of money I spend at your store. In the wake of Gloria Jean's profits funding sessions for "curing homosexuality" (see
here), this is a very nice surprise.
(cross-posted from the original
dreamwidth entry)