Gah.

[hathycol]

Gah. Gah gah gah. Today is not going as it should to. To start with, it's raining. This is not an uncommon occurance in Scotland, as I'll be the first to admit, but due to the fact that it is bloody freezing out, it's horrible driving cold rain.

This is a bad thing.

Secondly, we have mice. We think. Sarah saw something run across the floor "and it had a tail so it wasn't the hamster." I... just... argh. The fact the house is a tip is probably no small part of this. This is, unfortunately, just as much my fault because I do things like leave most of DocSoc stuff out for anyone to get. Aaaaaarrrggghhh.

Thirdly, it is cold, so I had a lovely bit of retail therapy I can't afford planned, where I was going to go and buy myself a nice blanket and a hot water bottle to alleviate the fact that my room is the coldest in the house.

Unfortunately - and here comes fourthly - I was going to print off my essay right about now. The internet is dead again (no surprise there) so I couldn't check this at home, but I did manage to e-mail myself my essay. I was very proud of myself and just had to print it out and staple it together. And what have I done? E-mailed myself the wrong bloody essay, that's what. I don't think he'll appreciate me handing in another copy of 'What are the historical, literary and legendary sources used in Braveheart?' because christ knows I don't want to read any more on it.

Now, this wouldn't be a problem per se as the essay isn't due in until five, so I can go home and send the copy to myself BUT OH WAIT THE INTERNET IS DEAD AGAIN. So I need to go and scrounge a USB sticky thingy (I'm technical, me) off someone, go home, put essay onto sticky thingy and then come back into town and print it off and hand it in and then try not to cry. I am currently desperately trying to stop driving so much, because it's bad for the environment, for me, and for my bak balance (98.9p for a litre!!!) but I really can't cope with the thought of making the journey in the rain again.

Okay. This is The Plan. Go to class, go home, sort out essay and sticky thingy, come back out, print, hand in, celebrate via the magical world of a hot water bottle and... oh, fuck. I'm in the middle of downloading Gormenghast to see if I can hack the TV version any better than the book (thus far: sort of, but Fushcia irritates me) and now I can't even watch that tonight.

Bollocks bollocks buggary fuck.

Comments

[shoe--gal.livejournal.com]

We had a mouse the other week - it's only to be expected here though, surrounded by farms and fields. We tried to catch it ourselves first of all - it was in the larder, and had managed to nibble through some plastic wrapping to get at the rice cakes. Our efforts failed, as Scott panicked when it came towards him, threw the box at it and let it run across the kitchen. However, we put some traps down, and a couple of days later it was caught. Scott then drove it away and let it out. The traps we used were from the DIY store at the Cathedral end of South Street, and we found that peanut butter was a good bait!

[susie22.livejournal.com]

my advice to you:

do not, repeat do not buy a hot water bottle. they are dangerous when they attack and they do.

hope all is well other than potential rodent infestation, haven't heard from you in a while, take care :-)