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I had a really long and rather good post and LJ just ate it. Not impressed. The basic gist was that through some miracle, I managed to pick up both bohemia_thinker and rhaeselon and successfully find kestrel_de_hara's house and had a pleasent evening there watching the cat eat pizza. Adam lookd like Ron Weasley in dress robes

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and I was sober ALL NIGHT. We even managed to make it home, too, despite having to do a big loop so that I didn't get too confused driving in the dark. Good-o, etc.

Today I even got up on time, despite getting through the door at about 12.30am. Work would have been awful, but luckily Jenny and Kerry stopped me from beating Sandra to death with a toilet brush. If Sandra is so desperate to clean, she should have applied for the housekeeper job. A bit of help is fine and appreciated, but ordering five toilet brushes in and making me look stupid in front of Gary The Oddjob Man is not.

"Toilet brushes? What's the occasion?"

"Your unit ordered them... I presumed it came from you."

"No, I didn't. I mean, I'll take them..."

Fortunately, a glorious bitch at her expense in the break made me feel much better.

Anyway, it is now Thursday and I feel all flail-y. I have lots to do and nothing to do. I also realised that it's my birthday in a week and results day in two weeks. Scary biscuits. It feels as though I have nothing to look forward to, although I blatently do. Should book a mini-bus for birthday night out. To the Yellow Pages!

ETA: Well, there's my birthday buggared up. Best quote I got was £140 for a 12 setaer coach. That means, if I split it, about £11 each - that's too much to ask everyone to pay on top of how much a night-out costs as it is.

Looks as though I'm going to Liverpool, instead, because there's not even a late train or bus service going anywhere near where I need to. Taxis from Liverpool aren't too horrendous, I suppose. And I know for a fact there's a few gay bars somewhere.

Hmmph. Anyone know a cheaper way to get to Manchester from Ormskirk other than the train that leaves early?

~Hathy_Col~

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I am feeling bored and apathetic. REC ME FIC, BIATCHES.

Seriously, I'm that bored I just offered to help my mother do the food shopping run. SAVE ME FROM MYSELF.

eta: and now I'm annoyed that she's already done it. OH GOD THE END IS NIGH. The only option left is the large pile of cleaning that I've been shying away from.

eta again: I am BORED beyond BELIEF will someone PLEASE give me and idea of something to do or at leadt offer to go out with me to console my bored self? I'm sure my Low Amount Of Money may just stretch to... um... well, more or less nothing, but that's not the point. Anyone? *flutters eyelashes*

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Since no one has sufficently amused me, I am going to go and vegetate in front of the TV and mull on some things. I hope you're all happy.

And I realised that all the important conversations I have with my mother take place in the kitchen. We just had another weird one and... yeah. Mulling ahoy, I think.

EDIT: Okay, back to the computer. Mulling never did anyone any good.

OH MY GOD. IT'S BRILLIANT.

For the stick figures alone, mainly. I am in creases here. My boredom is not gone but has been assailed somewhat. Also, I just ate half a punnet of strawberries and now feel slightly ill.

I say again - SAVE ME FROM MYSELF.

~Hathy_Col~