*is dead*

Roddick/Federer match killed me. Just killed me. Tennis-slash-bunnies are currently engaged in gnawing my feet off and I can't write fast enough to keep 'em happy.

Room is... about a quarter-ish decorated. Still doing base coat of dull, boring white. Then I get to do a top coat of dull, boring cream. Remind me why I let the 'rents pick the office colours again?

I need sleep before I pass out. Will catch' up with all 'net stuff tomorrow. ZzZzZzZzZzZzZz.....

Clo

It's a small world after all....

Have once again had the importance of in-depth research hammered into my head. Am torn between being amused and ashamed. Honestly. *headdeskgiggle*

Decorating is doing well. Should finish main painting by tomorrow afternoon, leaving me free to play with pretty patterns. Mwahaha! My parents are so going to regret letting me decorate for them. *manic evil laughter*

A-hem, moving on...

Kept thinking of things I have to do earlier... and every time I thought I'd decided which was most important, something else occurred to me. So it looks like I won't be getting any sleep tonight as I attempt to finish everything. I won't of course actually accomplish anything but at least I'll feel like I've tried. I just need to pick a place to start...

... I think I'll get myself a frappe to get my brain in gear first *procrastinates*

Clo