But it’s okay because I’m pretty sure the feeling is mutual. How does that make it okay? Well, I guess because neither of us is like, “how come you don’t like me??!! Wah wah wah!” I’d expect that from the phone, but it started the whole thing by treating me like dirt. You’re dead to me phone, more dead to me than the dead other phone that the insurance people are going to replace.
I’ve just about finished moving all the stuff in to my new room. And I’ve just done three loads of washing because for some reason, I had just a huge pile of clothes on the floor and I couldn’t tell what was dirty and what was clean, and so I’m just washing everything. It’s nice though, now I can put everything away in it’s right place, and not just in the dirty clothesbasket. It also means I don’t have anything to wear to work tomorrow, but meh. I came home from work early today because I kept having annoying coughing fits, and I just couldn’t stop coughing, and then I’d get really weak and shaky and not be able to concentrate. I left a half hour early, and I worked back an extra hour yesterday anyway, so I have no time to make up and actually work owes me time. Half an hour. But we’re just so busy at the moment that I feel slightly guilty taking it.
Tomorrow Calum and I shall search for a mortar & pestle for his dinner party, and 3M hooks for me. How scary was that stabbing in the mall today? SCARY!