Champange? Cranberry Juice!
I've officially 'unofficially moved-in' back home, with most of my moving being done today (with the help of lil' bro - paid by the hour, in cash) before I hauled my tired, bruised arse off to work.
But that's enough of that, it's late and this was merely a little post to announce to the world that I'm spending my first night in The Bed. The Bed is infact my brother's old bunk-bed. It's a single bed on stilts. And it sway a lot. While the mattress is mine from years back, The Bed and I have little history and it wouldn't be far-fetched to say it scares me.
Yesterday I fell off it. With the left side of my jaw whacking the only metal component of the bed. Photographic documentation of all injuries obtained in the last couple of days may well appear on LJ over the next few days. Watch this space.
In happier news, a customer at work told me I looked like Jennifer Connelly when I smile. Though, he looked hurt when I told him that was a new one.
But that's enough of that, it's late and this was merely a little post to announce to the world that I'm spending my first night in The Bed. The Bed is infact my brother's old bunk-bed. It's a single bed on stilts. And it sway a lot. While the mattress is mine from years back, The Bed and I have little history and it wouldn't be far-fetched to say it scares me.
Yesterday I fell off it. With the left side of my jaw whacking the only metal component of the bed. Photographic documentation of all injuries obtained in the last couple of days may well appear on LJ over the next few days. Watch this space.
In happier news, a customer at work told me I looked like Jennifer Connelly when I smile. Though, he looked hurt when I told him that was a new one.