Landlord man said he would text to confirm after this morning's phone call, but he never did so I don't even know if he's actually going to turn up.

I am crazy hungry but I can't think of anything I want to eat.

I need to finish an embroidery project and write some letters, but I'm interwebzing and making pasta.

I am procrastinating.  

I thought I'd been productive so I checked my to do list and of course, I hadn't completed anything on it.  

Poppy hamster just very briefly played with one of her toys (instead of trying to chew her out of her cage or chewing on her water bottle) and I got excited.

I am sorting through the pile of paperwork on the table, in between organising the airing cupboard and giving Poppy some dinner and I really should tackle the shoe pile in the closet but that seems like a lot of effort for 2.30am.

Actually, maybe I'll stick to dancing Elmo and fill the front page with ALL THE ELMOS. 

This is by far my favourite icon because Christmas is my favourite.  

By procrastinating, I mean looking up Chris Hemsworth on IMDB and perving on his pictures and buying dresses on ebay instead of sorting my inboxes and applying for jobs.