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The psycho shithead in 14 has gone, thank God, but not before he stole 70 quid, 2 remote controls and the best end of a bottle of Carolans.
They gave him the boot and he was away before the police got there.
Lesley and R did his room out yesterday as soon as he was gone cause absolutely everything in it needed washing out. Top to bottom, apparently the smell was so bad it was making L want to heave. He'd also been using one of the drawers as an ashtray and then tipped a cup of coffee in it. I'm assuming that's because it kept smouldering. Either that or he was just being a vindictive shithead as opposed to just a regular shithead.

Cranky mood today. Don't know why. Well, do know why but don't have any real reasons to be cranky. I'm just tired that's it mostly. Worn down and needlessly pessimistic.

Have to take those parcels down the post office today...

Oh crap and then I remember that I forgot to write down my hours today which means I won't get paid for them till next week. Bugger.
Means a bigger paycheque next week, yes, but kinda' short this week. At least I don't have to go into the city this weekend though so that'll save some money.

Better go put more laundry on and do something about mailing these things.

Oh, and the dog ate the butter again. Another big half pound block of it. I swear that dog is going to get fat and explode.
Well, she's already fat it's just the exploding bit I'm waiting for...

[BOOM] *splatter*

less cranky... even slightly amused

Picked mum up from the station, though she did interrupt me in the middle of a very amusing long-assed fic I was reading. (He's full of guilt and self-recrimination for a crime he committed many years ago and She has amnesia... how many bad cliches can we pack into one single story?)
But I digress... less cranky though I've already wasted 3 hours on this story and there's still the best end of another 15 chapters to go. I'd better go help mum make dinner before I get totally sidetracked by dodgy fic.

Still not posted damned parcels... will have to wait till tomorrow...

I think my eyes have dehydrated

*urk* blimey... that atoundingly cliche fic I was reading has left me in dire need of light foof. There's only so much melodrama I can take in one evening.
It also had a sucky, abrupt and unsatisfying ending. Must... find... foofy marshmallw fic...

I hate that boogly eyed feeling you get when you've been staring at the screen to long.

I started on a picture last night but I don't totally know what I'm drawing exactly... I know that sounds stupid but it's true. I just have like... a random bit of a scene and no idea what I'm doing with it. I might just leave it and do something else for a while, though it's currently like a little dinky bit in the middle of a big-assed page and I hate feeling like I'm wasting paper.
*ponders*

It came out OK though, for a change...
What there is of it anyway.

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Mental note: Sort out Mood icons into their new home...

work work work...

I should work on re-writing my website... seeing as I now have space to put it and all.
Which reminds me, I should really do something about getting myself sorted out about that. I keep meaning to poke JR into showing me whatever the heck he was going to show me... I forget now...
Oh yeah, sorting out that buggering FTP program and my distinct lack thereof.
(Hey, I was using the Geoshitties interface, I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to actual programs that really do things)
Anyway, yes... new home, new look. I'm wishing I was better at HTML. I think I'm going to pootle around a little exprimenting with some bits on my old site before really tackling the new one. Things like, oh, say, tables and whatnot, seing as I've never actually used them. That would be a useful thing to start on next I think...
I'd better go and relocate that tutorial I found about them.

I have, however, ended up making a bunch of new graphics. I was rather fond of my old ones but some of these are amusing and I can always change them back later on.

All in all though, right now feeling somewhat uninspired. And very tired, though it's nearly midnight. I'd usually be about ready for bed by now.