Load of crappy rambling, mostly...

So, before anyone gets excited (as I'm sure people do) that I'm posting, I want to be entirely upfront and make it clear that I am merely PROCRASTINATING WILDLY. I have done a bit of washing up and fettled the living room slightly, but I still need to:

- Actually unpack the Sainsbury's shopping (don't worry - milk went straight into the fridge, natch)
- Maybe think about packing for tomorrow
- Maybe think about working out what I need to take to the Frolick
- Get stuff out of the perambulator cupboard
- Hang out washing

Instead, I am:

- Listening to my classy Noel Coward tape
- LJ-procrastinating
- Chucking aimless comments at people, viz:
--- felicie4: congrats on your results!
--- pim2005: I am shocked that you have never seen Cold Comfort Farm; you must come over for viewing purposes forthwith.
--- r_scribbles: As I said in comments, BACK AWAY FROM THE HAIR DYE! IT IS NOT YOUR FRIEND! IT LIES AND MAKES YOU THINK IT IS, BUT IT IS AS A SNAKE IN THE GRASS, THE ASP IN YOUR BOSOM. (Or something.)
--- balooky: my hair is GLORIOUS, darling, thank you!
--- katie__pillar: I did some washing up!!!
--- ungratefulwench: oh, Vampire Diaries are shaping up hilariously... happy, happy day...

I have actual substantive stuff to say, but right now I can't be arsed. I might go and brave the perambulator cupboard.

(no subject)

I AM HAVING PRESENTIMENTS OF OVERSLEEPING.

This would be fatal*, not least because of the amount of piss-taking I will have to endure. If anyone fancies ringing me at about 7 tomorrow morning, please feel absolutely free. Please.





* Probably, I concede, albeit reluctantly, not actually.