Morning has broken, like the.... oh whatever.

Insanely early time for me to be up. Needed to cancel driving lesson tomorrow 24 hours in advance or they'd charge me for it. *sighs* Last night dad asked if I was planning on dropping it altogether and I was like ".... you'd let me?" Since dropping it has been all I wanted to do since I *started*, which wasn't even my choice. But the 'rents have spent something like £650 on these lessons (with frequent and petulant complaints from me mind) and to drop them now seems... selfish? I don't know. But I honestly don't think I could accomplish a theory test AND a driving test in the remaining six weeks or so before I *touchwood* leave. So it's pointless. The 'rents should have listened to me in the first place and not made me learn till after uni. Idiots. But if I.... horror of horrors.... don't pass my exams *touch wood* then I'll take them up again. My 'punishment' I guess.

Two weeks tomorrow is results day. It's killing me, in the three-second intervals I actually let myself think about it before making myself forget it again. Because.... eh. I don't want to repeat a year. -_- Maybe I'll quit and go off and write my novel.

Hah.

Tennis bunnies have finished my feet and have moved onto my elbows. Am actually relieved Federer lost yesterday because when the two halves of your slash pairing are on different continents, the bunnies don't bite as hard. I might actually have time to finish Myth this summer. Hhhmm.

I wonder if famous people ever get sick of the nicknames fans call them? *muses* Being - slightly - older and -marginally - wiser than my younger, fangirl-self, I find most fans calling stars by nicknames truly painful.

Although I do still call Orlando 'Whorli' on occasion... maybe I haven't quite grown up yet. *rubs hands together gleefully*

Should be off and actually eat breakfast at a breakfast-y time for the first time this week. Mmm. Coffee.

Clo

...... can't be arsed today.

Acquired red and green paint to do border of rectangles in newly-painted back room. Was too bloody lazy to paint said rectangles today. Do 'em tomorrow. Or perhaps Friday, depending on how urgently I want the computer in the there set up for the printer.

Of course I could always see if the printer would connect to the laptop but that would require actual effort... and that's far too dull. ;-)

Okay, tennis slash is beginning to get to me now. I. Must. Stop. I have more important stuff to write. I really do. If I keep telling myself that perhaps I - and the mad rabid plot bunnies - will start to believe it.

Want to... I don't know. My 'to-do' list has got so long that I don't know where to start. Plus, added difficulty of talking on MSN at the same time. I think I'll try and sort out the Documents Box of Doom which has had stuff shoved in it for the last few months and by now I think is harbouring some sort of alien lifeforms.

*pokes it cautiously*

... bored now. But I still don't want to work tomorrow. ^__^