Had a dream last night that Becky bought me a colour-changing Pikachu jumper, and though I dislike Pikachu as a general rule, I am way disappointed to lose that fabric because it was AWESOME. It switched between magenta, amber, sky blue, purple and green depending which angle you held it at! It was awesome!

...and a really strange thing to dream about. XD What the hell, subconscious?

I slept pretty well last night - less than the night before, certainly, and not helped along by a fire alarm at four in the morning, but okay. (Well, okay means about four or five hours of waking up every hour or so as opposed to four or five hours of waking up every ten minutes.) Going to walk... somewhere today, and hopefully get some kind of response from Joshua at Red Hat re. changing my interview time.

In other news, I feel like pancakes. Oh well.

I can't see the specialist until the end of April. Two more months of being in pain and being unable to fucking do anything and fucking fucking fuck I am so sick of this. THIS is what makes me crazy. Waiting and waiting and waiting and fucking waiting and being unable to do anything remotely useful in the fucking meantime. Christ. So much for the fucking job possibility, then. No one in their right mind would hire me like this.

When eating a banana, never look another man in the eyes and/or comment on the quality of the banana.
- rules4men.com

It is probably wrong to think of Byakuya while reading this.

.......but I seriously cannot help it. It's all his fault. Him and the Shinigami Women's Association.

[EDIT] Also: this youtube video? Totally Arthur. In secret. Yeah. >>

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This afternoon:
- surprise interview from Red Hat
- surprise writing test from Red Hat
- phone call from work during surprise writing test about another fucking set of fridges, sdjf
- surprise x-ray ("Oh, wait, the doctor wanted an ultrasound?")
- surprise dinner with relatives

Summary:
It's not rape if you yell SURPRISE! first.

Laura thinks she was just chatted up by a guy from her primary school on Facebook, and isn't sure whether to be creeped out or to think he's kind of sweet for maintaining a crush for ten years. XD;;;

How long do I wait before I tell him I write gay smut? Votes, please.

[EDIT] *glances at watch* Twenty minutes' conversation after nearly... well, say ten years and never having spoken much, and he wants a picture of my tits. Ah, modern masculinity.