delga | { let's link them with invisible wires }

Triumph! Nighy beats the letter opener! In other news, I worked from 11 to 5.40 today and got paid, too. Going in on Sunday; classes start on Monday. Now I have to decide whether or not I can be arsed to cook tonight.

The Flatmate returned today but has since disappeared to go to the theatre. It faked snowed earlier and I wasn't quite sure what to make of it. I'm awful apathetic in general, even though I have receipts to stick down, a new timetable to draw up and a new planner/journal to start up. I need to make booklists, weekly schedules, reading schedules, and essay timetables. I need to do all of this and then go to work on Sunday. Which, you know. Whatever.

And just because someone had the guts to give crit where crit was due doesn't mean we're all closet freaks. Maybe someone's just annoyed that their freakhood is a singular thing. [/deliberately vague]

ETA: Guess what, spell fucker? T-H-E-A-T-R-E is exactly how you spell theatre. Standardisation is for wimps.