  .~*~. Okay, so it's been a mixed bag lately. Crap out of way 1st: No word from ITSC; bunny still unburied; spent all w/e playing FFIX; unexpected (unpleasant) surprise in pub on Saturday; hall ceiling fell down yesterday; therapist phoned this am to see WTF happened to me; now so sleep deprived I'm almost hallucinating and Heff looks like he's got a bad case of conjunctivitis in both (squinty, dark-shadow circled, bloodshot) eyes. Cool. That's that done then. So! GOOD stuff: Heathery-bebe is here!! It's so cool: though I fear she has been bored shitless as Heff and I have been sorting out some 'issuse'; and I have been unable to haul my carcase out of the pit for most of the w/e.
I am very angry that she persisits in cleaning up the hovel: it's not fair; and how am I ever to attract any kind of cute house-keeper/play-thing if the hovel's all shiny and pristine? (Ok, pristine and shiny are a bit optimistic: you'd need and industrial jet-washer and a flamethrower -and that's just for starters) Still, she's sorted out my PC a treat. Apparently, what was slowing everything down was some hidden files she found on my second drive - Britney Spears porn, if you can believe it!!
*shudders*. I wonder wtf that came from?? (Yes, I know I had ten minutes of Britney-appreciation a couple of months ago: but I quickly saw the light, upped the meds, and got over it. So it wasn't MINE, okay?? ) Anyway, the Glampy put Zonealarm on the old P(ieceof)C(rap), having weeded out all the virussy files, and the thing is quite a lot less bleedin useless as a result. Fank-ooo Glampy-poo: we WUVVV Ooooo - wots an' WOTS *soft furry snuggles*!! (How to annoy a small Scots Psychopath: lesson one!
) *smirks* Well, in between all the wild debauchery and vile pervesions we've been practicing since she got here (well, we had to do SOMETHING while Blaq and Heff ate sugar and pissed themselves laughing at jokes about Doritos) Heather and I have come to a startling conclusion: men are weird. *gasp* [heavy irony] well bless my cotton shreddies! However did I reach the ripe old age of nearly-37 without realising this before???
[?heavy irony] This was Gestalt moment of the week. Twas nice to see Nick looking almost happy for a change. We bought him a mini-fridge for his birthday: he can put milk and beer in it, and never have to leave his room and encounter his house-cow till he moves now - except for work, buying groceries and having *cough* "fun".
The pub was a bit boring tho: I got cornered by a rather wasted Steve. Saw pin'ead - with cool red hair - which was cool: last time I laid eyes on him he was being bundled into a taxi my Sarah, fleeing from intense attention from some-one or other... Apart from that, I've just heard from the ITSC: he's sitting in the maxilliary-facial clinic, waiting to hear what they plan to do with his smashed-up face. We shall visit him later: hoping that the surgery goes to plan; glad that the stitches in his cornea haven't blinded him; and cordially, and with all good thoughts and best wishes, hoping he doesn't have to come and stay with us.
Plus, I haven't told him anout the sad demise of Eoin, yet. [VERY heavy irony] I'm REALLY looking forward to that !! [/VERY heavy irony] *Waves to Garry* If you're reading this, hunny-bunch, yes I got your addredd: will mail you soon, I promise!! Love to Vhari - and don't fall down/off anything till AFTER the party okay?? *smirks* Better go get shit together: Dad taking us to Sainsbury's inna bit.
Mad social whirl, my life, innit?? *sigh* .~*~. 
