September 21st, 2003

aibo, sleepy, cute

my parole has come through!

My head is full of crap. Lovely hormonal migraine, great. Ergh.

Had a hot date with my bed last night, on the basis that the two of us have not been spending enough time together. But I still went to bed far too late, which meant I ended up oversleeping horribly, waking up with a headache, and missing chrismoose's birthday drinks. Lovely, lovely. Tomorrow, I need to arrange a date with my hoover, as the flat is starting to get too dusty for my allergies.

Plenty of good stuff in my life, though. Course is going well. Yesterday was my last shift in my shitty job, so I never have to go back there again! I think I'll go in on Thursday to pick up my last payslip and hand out chocolate brownies to the people I like - but that's not really the same thing. And Richard & I went up to Euston for really decent Indian food last night.

This is funny: elynne talks like a pirate.
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my mum is nuts, part 68

Conversation with my mother this evening, from memory:
my mum: I bought you a blanket. I hope you like it.
baratron: Oh! We thought it was yours. We were saying we'd have to acquire it if it stayed here much longer... [she has a habit of doing her washing here and then leaving it lying around for days]
my mum: You mean you actually like something I bought you?
baratron: Yes!
gerwinium: It's really nice!
my mum: Well, I could have bought you one too, but you'd need a bigger one because of your size...
baratron: Mum! You'll make him paranoid!
my mum: No, I didn't mean he's fat, he's skinny! I meant that he's long. You're very long, aren't you, Peter?
We giggle. Peter looks embarrassed.
baratron: Now that you've finished insulting my friends...
meeping: Because of course, that's your job!
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