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Work is evil and should not be attempted when one would much rather be asleep.

Right now, I would much rather be asleep.

It just seems like too much effort to stand up and move around without falling over and going back to sleep..


I had a dream last night where the glass part of the front of my PC screen fell off, and I had to blu-tac it back in. Which was odd.

*blinks*

Things of a morning nature

See, this is what I love about you guys... first thing this morning sucked, but I came home to mail and that made everything better.
Ayo, disks arrived this morning. Thankyou so much! Will be bookshopping this weekend so I'l l see what I can find for you ;)

And dude... Chocolate!Mail from Eek! OMG! *loves you to pieces*

I'm gonna' take me and my cold germs and go back to bed for a while... and then I'm going to take my chocolate into the Burton room, and watch a bunch of Hughness.

*nods knowingly*

Take pole, add axed... and build yourself a word. Alltogether now... poleaxed. Poleaxed!

Yeah so... apparently the boy is wandering round in a daze today that has nothing to do with messed up sleep patterns. Kat described him as poleaxed, which I'm guessing has more than a little to do with the news that in, ohh... say around nine months time... give or take a few weeks...

Can you tell where this is going?

Yeah, so could he, which is why he's wandering around like an idiot.


Some little while ago I mentioned to someone that we had 3 generations of the T-Family living in 2 houses, and that should Kat and the boy ever decide to reproduce, there'd be 4...


Yeah. Apparently, we're heading for 4.

Oh boy...

(Or maybe girl.)


Kat still needs to confirm it with the Doc, but she's taken 2 different tests at 2 different times and both were a screaming yes, so... you know... kinda' points in that direction, don't it...


Me? I only just found out so I'm still pretty stunned myself. My only thought right now...? If they teach their offspring to call me "Auntie Wizzy-bwossom" I'm going to fucking slaughter the both of them. (Don't ask, long story.)

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They're watching Wild Wild West downstairs. It amuses me mostly just for Kenneth Branagh with no legs.

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Oh man, I can't believe it's that late already...

So it's almost Friday all over again. *sheesh* where the hell did this week go so fast?

I think I blew it outta' my nose as copious amounts of gunk if you want the truth. Gah... I think I preferred it when it was just an annoying, hacking cough. At least that only impinged on breathing deeply, not just breathing in general.

I need more tissues.


Might be heading out to Char's again on Sunday. Depends how I feel I think. If I'm still all goopy I might give it a miss. There's nothing as bad as being all snotty and congested in someone else's house where you can't just crawl under the covers and douse everything in Olbas oil...