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I’ve been reading faves for the last 40 minutes, but it feels like 3 hours. At least. I’ve got music blaring in my ears, and my left hand acting as a blinder to block the tv in my peripheral vision. And yet I’m still having concentration issues. Which sucks, because many awesome entries are waiting for my eyes to read them. At least I assume they are awesome, they are written by awesome people so that’s just what I expect. Rarely (if ever) am I disappointed.

Why does hitting enter now only move me down one line and not make a clear paragraph seperation? Yargh.

Click this link. Then click ‘Mystic’ …Are these not amazing? I want. So much. Pity my portion of the ‘fun fund’ has to go to renewing the PO box. Jake gets wii games, I get… a place for mail. Ah well, I can wait.

It’s my mummy’s birthday today. Well, technically yesterday, as she lives in the future.

I’m a bad fish-mum. Trogdor’s dinner time is 6, it’s nearly 9 and I just realised I haven’t fed him. Doesn’t matter all that much really, the food floats around until he wants to eat it. But still.

I have a new project. I’m gonna clean out this cupboard that is in the kitchen. It’s currently full of cleaning products and brooms and things like that. I call it "The Russ cupboard" because everything he (the landlord) left laying around here has just been tossed in there. So I’m going to move all that to hang out near the water heater down the back and around the corner, where noone ever goes and you can’t even see unless you really purposely look at. And then make the cupboard food-worthy. And then we can have a pantry! Well, really, a place to store stuff we have stocked up on. I discussed with Jake, if we get money back from taxes (I don’t understand it, therefore I don’t expect anything) we will be stocking up on a bunch of stuff so that our weekly grocery bill is significantly less. Or even slightly less. That would make me happy.

Lost time. Good, because it is a lot harder to not concentrate on tv. Especially if that is what you want to concentrate on. I’m not used to being so distracted. Might have to turn off my tv-predicting mind first though. I’m sure Jake gets bugged by being told what’s going to happen next. I mean, yesterday on Nip/Tuck I predicted the new guy was going to fuck a couch. WTF?!