*yawns*

It's up. The Edge of Night over at clofic and I know it's time for me to go to bed because it just took me three tries to spell the title of my own fic.

Happy birthday one last time to scoobydumblonde! *snuggles*

Catch up on everything else tomorrow. *yawns* Night... um... morning!!

Clo

Teh awesome!

The Story of Why Clo Should Never Need Change for the Bus:

Wandering through town earlier, pondering the pretty of clothes and books and DVDs, I restrained myself admirably all the way through New Look and Waterstones. Until I realised I needed change for the bus and wandered into Smith's to buy a pen or something small.

Walked out ten minutes later with a pack of dark t-shirt Inkjet transfer paper. Then proceeded to find and acquire two black t-shirts. Came home cackling gleefully and spent a few hours designing on Photoshop.

Am now the proud owner of a Roger Federer t-shirt.

And yes, family is mocking me for it. *sticks her tongue out at them* They'll mock me even more when I get another top tomorrow to make an Andy one.

Have every intention of wearing it, and the Andy one too when I make it. Have discovered the joy of designing my own clothes... the world should be afraid. *snickers*

So that's really the most interesting thing I've done today. *ponders* Bought shoes. Cackled a little more over how awesomely cheap they were. Felt a little guilty that I can't actually *see* Gonzo and Rizzo anymore because their water's so dirty but not quite guilty enough to clean their tank out yet. Realised that I go back to Lancaster in less than two days and I have done absolutely nothing in the way of revision yet. Panicked briefly. Decided to go back to designing t-shirts.

So really, not exactly the most exciting of days. ^__^ Though Henman getting a warning for swearing amused me; I thought he was too civilised and, well... British though so am I and I swear every other word some days to do something like that. Everyone else did spiffy though, so they're good boys today. *pets them* I'm just sad I'm going to miss Nadal-Gasquet because I'll be going back to Lancaster. *sighs sadly* Oh well. I'm certainly doing no work at home, so it's about time I went back.

Okay, going to wash hair and get sorted before I sit down and attempt to get through all the fic-commetning I should've done over the last day or so. Mmmm. It makes me wish it was my birthday already though also not in a way, since then I'll no longer be a teenager and it'll be depressing.

Later,

Clo