Grr. Argh.

*see Rossi lurch across the screen in typical zombie fashion*

Two more days to go. And then Saturday, I'm sleeping. The whole bloody day if need be. And I'm definitely not lifting anything heavier than a mug of tea.

The Great Moving continues apace. Unpacking s'more today, broken up by learning to use the phones. Which would be good, since I need to ring the travel agent. yasminm, apologies, but I've not been able to ask about police checks for you because a) the police are moving too and they're all busy, and b) we're so busy I keep forgetting. Feel free to hit me with a wet fish later. The reference is cool tho', and I'll send you the new work number tonight. Another thought for a referee - maybe your landlady? I can't remember what kind of relationship you have with her, whether she's a Scary Freaky Landlady or not.

*yawns* Gah, I hate haivng bad dreams. Night before last it was nukes being dropped on Toronto by Magneto (yeah, sound stupid, but it woke me up with a start), and last night I drank a half bottle of Pine-O-Cleen and spent the rest of the dream trying to throw up so I wouldn't die. Stupid subconscious - it's trying to tell me something, but I'm not sure I want to know.

Later all. Have a good one.

*snickers* Since I don't normally do this to you guys...

Just thought I'd share Ki's new toy. ;) And wasn't this an unexpected result - not?

I AM
SUBREALITY CENTRAL!
Can't we all just get along? You're the
peacemaker, the dreamer, the one most
likely to try weird food or visit strange places. You have your preferences
and
your friends, of course, but you're open-minded -- maybe too much so, because
you want to say yes to
everybody, and you procrastinate when you can, but in
the end you get to have a little bit of everything. And that's
pretty cool. On the
other hand, though, you might be delusional and/or dangerously psychotic.

Which .-=K=-. archive are
you?