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Spent today shopping for a choker as my twenty-first birthday present from the 'rentals. Didn't find anything but was being kinda picky about something to go with my dress for the Winter Ball, only I just found an old necklace that'll go perfect and there was a pretty white one I turned down simply on the basis that it wouldn't go. So maybe that, maybe not, I don't know. Have discovered there are way too many boring jewellery shops in the world. Waaaaayy too many.

So, very girly day. During which, I also had a totally weak moment bought another pair of shoes. TWO PAIRS IN LESS THAN THREE WEEKS. I usually buy like one pair a year or something. I blame the purple laces and the half price offer and the sheer stress of this last week. I was ready to curl up in bed and never leave yesterday.

There you go; shoes to heal the soul. Now I know how shoe companies stay in business. Though considering I'm all shoe-ed out and will probably buy Doctor Who books instead next time I'm stressed, maybe that's not a sound argument on which to base marketing campaigns.

Yo-yo-ing over Hamster today. Massive, huge, gigantic relief that he's out of ICU (which my mother casually dropped into conversation on the way to shopping and which I didn't dare believe until I'd got home and seen the headlines for myself), while still being quietly terrified that he's apparently still not talking properly and the only people being of any use and reassurance at all are Jeremy and James who have my undying love and devotion forever for their upbeat attitude while conveying all the things the doctors aren't saying. Seriously, James? Was indifferent to him before this but now, now I would willingly give him my soul all wrapped up in shiny paper for being just fantastic.

So... yeah. Am still liable to go teary at any point, though this month's sucky timing might be part of that. Automatically flipping over to UKTV G2 yesterday to find they'd taken Top Gear completely off their schedule (when they usually show it about five times a day) made it sort of hit home quite hard too.

Also want to personally go and beat to a pulp every stupid fucking idiot using this as an excuse to talk shit about Top Gear, because IT'S NOT LIKE THEY GO 300+MPH EVERY DAMN WEEK. Idiots. Yes this one thing went wrong beyond words but it was unusual in just how dangerous it was and when -- WHEN, DAMMIT IT ALL. WHEN. *touches wood* -- Hamster's better he'll be the one yelling the loudest about how unfair it is if they're forced to tone it down. (You know, I think he will. It seems to be the general view and one I totally agree with.) Stop talking shit about things that have worked without serious injury for years, focus on supporting Hamster to get better and get over your own misguided sense of self-importance. Or stay in your cave, pick fleas off the other cowards and let the rest of the world evolve better without your stupidity.

... I think I needed to get that out. Um. Yes. Also, from what I've heard? If the Daily Mail offices burnt to the ground tonight, I wouldn't be overly devastated.

Kermit the loach does not look happy. Starting to suspect the newish tank is too tall for him. Some sort of rethink might be in order.


edit: As much as it pains me to play devil's advocate for a tabloid, BBC News 24 says Clarkson's column in The Sun tomorrow talks about Hamster walking for the first time again, so might be worth a look-see. Or, you can probably read it on the 'net but regardless, it's a great bit of news to go to sleep with. :)


edit: Was I driving like an idiot?

Oh Hamster. I-- No. Honestly, no words. Except this entry needs a new mood.

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