Gratuity is a thing best served pleasantly tepid

I feel like crap this morning.

Ergo picspam.

I should not have stayed up quite so late watching the election results come in because it only depressed me.

Ergo picspam.

We have another 4 years of El Presidente Blair to sit through but at least it's not Michael Howard.

Ergo picspam.

It's Friday...

( Ergo tummyspam )

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There is something wrong with my brain today, it's just gone really, really crap... and stupid... and sluggish... and I think I'm going to go crawl onto the bed-sofa in the Burton Room and watch some Hugh for a few hours before I have to think about fixing the grandparental ones dinner.

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Wait... when did my Yahoo e-mail storage go up to a gig?
*sheesh* I wasn't even using 3% of what I had before... @_@



I need dinner, I'm hungry.

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Yahoo rambles about Mathew Vaughn, and Mathew Vaughn rambles about how annoying it is when people think you're new to movie making when you're not.


I'm still hungry.



*goes away to find food*

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So there's this place in Leicester that makes these Indian ice cream - like things. They supply the local Tescos cause we have a fairly substantial Hindu population around here. (It's the second highest in the country, if I remember rightly.) and I just have to say... OMG the saffron-and-pistachio rocks my world... And damn but the mango ain't bad either.
It's also friendly for the lactose-ially challenged cause it's not made from milk. Don't know WTF it IS made from, but it's milk-free and verruh... VERRUH nice...


Hmm... it's the last day of gratuitous Hugh body-part week tomorrow. *ponders what to post*


*goes to get more non-ice-cream*