Oh, my childhood. ! My brother just got back from Melbourne, and as well as the delicious green goo, he brought a bunch of stuff from my aunt, and she found
Furry Friends chocolates. Oh my GOD. And I am having attacks of nostalgia all over the place and neither mum nor Mark remember them at all. (Philistines!)
Work went... okay, mostly; this whole having to stop talking in mid-sentence to inhale is seriously cramping my style, as I'm sure those of you who've met me (um, like half of you, now. Wow.(Edit: 82%. Uh. YEAH. *spoiled*)) can appreciate. Heh. :D And I was pretty much Done with the capital letter by lunch (to be fair, I try to take lunch as late as possible, so that was like seven hours), though I lasted the entire day. I suspect that was about eighty percent cold, twenty percent not falling asleep till about half two (arrrrrgh! stupid coughing ganging up with insomnia! Red card!) and then having odd dreams that were a mix between Stardust and Cross-stitch and something else I've either dreamed before or read. Tiiiiiiiiring.
There was totally something I meant to post, but it's g-o-n-e, gone, hopefully tomorrow, eh? I feel a toy dinosaur picspam coming on sometime soon, though. Blame unhurt! :D