Never mind, just an out-of-spoons error.

That's what the weird mood'll be about. Also the fact that the fireplace is swimming.

I possess frozen chips, also, thanks to the number of times I walked past co-op this week and bought things on the way. This, along woth the fact that there were chicken breasts in my fridge, meant that supper occurred. Yay!

Bed soon, as soon as the oven has cooked down. I slept most of the afternoon, and then there was nice talking on the msn when I was awake again. Tomorrow hopefully there will be socialness - assuming that doing things after breakfast are possible again.

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Is it weird to want to be pretty and wear a skirt and smell nice and all that, at the same time as wanting the boobs to go away OMG, right now?

Binder still hasn't arrived in the post. :(