Gah. Tired. Disgusting weather. Hungry.
Just a perfect day, really.
What better time for an update?
Too bad there's not much to update about.
The Toy (aka my laptop) is randomly shuting down completely. One second I'm typing, the next moment it's dead. As if I'd pulled the plug and the battery at the same time. It's still booting up fine afterward, but I don't think it's a good sign.
It probably learned this from my flatmate's six year old desktop that can't even handle running two things at the same time any more.
I'm driving down for a week of insulating an attic at my parents on Wednesday. Expect picspam
Tomorrow my flatmate is getting her eye lasered. I'm going to have fun playing the guide dog.
I talk a lot about my flatmate right now, I realize. But at the moment, she has a life and I don't. So I'm living vicariously through her.
What else? My flist is full of Eurovision *squee*s and *boggle*s. And comments on the true love of M/Ricky and Jake and their honeymoon in Paris.
And all that while there's breastfeeding-icon wank going on. I could say I'm disappointed but I'd be lying.
Especially since, while I might theoretically agree with the breastfeeders, their rabid crazyness makes me want to tell them I'm all in favor of requiring breastfeeding women to wear a poncho at all times. Just because I want to see their heads explode.
In other news, my brain is mush. That's what I get for spending the whole of yesterday translating between two languages (my flatmates application for a grant from G to E; LJ stuff from E to G), I'm no longer able to speak my native language right now.