I'm in the library, and they're charging me a pound for a measly half an hour on this crappy terminal. The letters on the keyboard make this horrible schlop schlop noise, probably from the sweat that has seeped underneath them.
I'm back in Sussex and in what must be a little joke on God's part, living in a house ten minutes down the road from my sister. Both with our respective cousins. It's like some kind of cousin housing scheme.
I have a lunch date with Mr Unsuitable on Thursday. Well none of my other friends can be bothered to be sociable. I'm not fantasising about licking his face. Much.
8 minutes left, urm, urm, job hunting at the moment, horrible horrible, most horrible. Seen a job I REALLY want, must find some way of killing off all competition. It's a Christian organisation, so I can't even use my breasts as persuasion, although they're looking a bit deflated these days so they probably wouldn't even notice.