girlofprey

Currently, I am mostly dead from the clip of R Kelly's R&B opera 'Coming Out of the Closet' (?) shown on 8 Out Of 10 Cats (mii-dget! mii-dget!). Which, in the tradition of apparently all British quiz shows (if not just British comedy), is turning out to be as gay as toast.

My feet hurt more than ever today. My blisters had blisters. But mostly I was filing at a desk (watch me put things in numerical order!), so it was all quite good, and I only went into the future from boredom and tiredness a couple of times. During lunch I walked into the city centre and looked at all the shiny things I can afford now, though I made the mistake of wandering into a bookshop. I can't afford new books. By which I mean, there is no space in my room, nor indeed my house, for books. I didn't even move all of the ones from Nottingham back with me, yet my general impression was still 'Books! So many books! How did I get them?! Where did they come from?!?'. This may mean I have to start actually reading the ones I have, rather than just 'collecting' the UNCLAIMED ones in bookshops. Ho hum.

It turns out that I'm not getting paid my vast wads of new cash till the end of the month anyway, which seems ever so slightly rubbish, considering our current position in the month. Probably I can talk dad into lending me some. For flat shoes, amongst other things.

In other news:

• I nearly read a dark Lost fic last night about Jack breaking Sawyer's spirit, and have pretty much only just stopped panicking distraughtly. R Kelly helped (mii-dget!).



• I watched Saturday's episode of Drwho, which my dad had mysteriously taped, and watched. Is it wrong to be completely, and totally in love with The Wire? To the point that her name gives me shivers? Yes, I thought so. My current most longed-for spin-off is the one where she somehow becomes manifest and finds Mickey, who becomes her semi-willing sidekick, and they TAKE OVER THE WORLD!



• My sister has kittens. I am horribly in love with the black and ginger one. My dad doesn't seem enamoured of us having it though, since we'll soon be swapping the dog for her grown-up cat. And I suppose I don't have the time to look after it properly, working 9 to 5, anyway. And given that I don't know what I'm doing in the next year, or where I'm going to be living, I probably shouldn't be tying myself down with a pet. But...::sigh::



• I still love Suburban Shootout.

I go now to look up train times to London, and possibly renew my virus subscription (passwords and secret answers my eye!).