Weekend to do list

How quickly this week has gone.

Hmmm, read OotP (less than 24 hours to go, yay!), watch rugby on Sat night, tidy room and study, clean windows, job search, maybe start watching this season of West Wing? Nah, probably won't get around to it *g*. Would still like to go see Matrix Reloaded at some point.

I'd claim I was going to do some writing, but I wouldn't want anyone to choke while reading this ;)

Thank god this day is almost over

So bored. So very very bored. And what a quiet weekend ahead of me. People should organise stuff so I have the choice of going out if I wanted to. Cause it’s all about me, people. Dammit, didn’t you get the memo? Of course, I could organise stuff, but that’d take effort and inspiration, so...not gonna happen.

16 hours until OotP. Ok, 16 hours until I fight with my dad over who gets to read it first *g*.

At least it's only 5 minutes to post-work drinks. Fare the well, C, your snippiness and unhelpfulness will not be missed by many, and I'm getting work out of you leaving, so yay! On the other hand, you haven't fixed the major problem with the site that I don't know how to fix, so show me first? No? Hmph.

Wow, am I drunk

And that's not a rhetorical question. Actually, I think I've had more to drink in a shorter space of time and on an emptier stomach than in *quite* a while. That turned into a much funner evening than I was expecting.

I may have let slip some gossip that I shouldn't have, but I got far more ammunition against the person I told it to, so no real worries. Even if it does involve her bosses son. And someone else at the company. And an unplanned pregnancy. M is so much more fun that I knew. T totally has to come out with us next time, they are practically sperated at bith, and everyone tonight was saying M and I were scarily similar. Maybe because we were the only girls out with a bunch of boys. M was trying to get me to stay out, to try and go and pick up some American sailors (there are 6 and a half thousand in town this weekend), but I came home, and now my wonderful darling sister is goning to make me some food.

Fuck these typose right in the ear.

Well, shit

I have to go make my bed now, and the soup hasn't sobered me up that much.

Wish me luck.

Fick/

I mean, Fuck.