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clo_againI should go to bed earlier. When I end up aimlessly wandering the 'net with nothing to do, I start *thinking*. And thinking will just interfere with everything this week. *headdesk* Stupid braincells. Deciding to work at night when I want them to shut up and leave me alone.
Strange noises from the road outside. Think Triffids may be eating my neighbours or something. Hopefully they'll eat the noisy kids across the road.
Stop *headdesk* thinking *headdesk*!
In other news, have decided to give in to my sudden interest in tennis and am taping the Toronto opening ceremonies tomorrow. I mean... *tennis* of all things. What a bizarrely random thing to become interested in. It's all Wimbledon's fault. Stupid Wimbledon.
Triffids have gone silent. Maybe the kids were poisonous. Poor Triffids.
I've got to go to bed before I actually find something interesting to do and end up staying too late and being tired for work tomorrow. At least it'll get me money. Though I have a sinking feeling said money is going to end up being spent on our celebrating/mourning-our-results-dinner in August. I still can't quite believe the exams are over - I keep thinking "Dammit, I'll have to remember that for- oh no wait, I *did* that exam."
Bizarre.
Good night all!
Clo
Strange noises from the road outside. Think Triffids may be eating my neighbours or something. Hopefully they'll eat the noisy kids across the road.
Stop *headdesk* thinking *headdesk*!
In other news, have decided to give in to my sudden interest in tennis and am taping the Toronto opening ceremonies tomorrow. I mean... *tennis* of all things. What a bizarrely random thing to become interested in. It's all Wimbledon's fault. Stupid Wimbledon.
Triffids have gone silent. Maybe the kids were poisonous. Poor Triffids.
I've got to go to bed before I actually find something interesting to do and end up staying too late and being tired for work tomorrow. At least it'll get me money. Though I have a sinking feeling said money is going to end up being spent on our celebrating/mourning-our-results-dinner in August. I still can't quite believe the exams are over - I keep thinking "Dammit, I'll have to remember that for- oh no wait, I *did* that exam."
Bizarre.
Good night all!
Clo
