We actually all clapped.

Today was housework day. Took me a long time. At least I’ll get money for it, eventually.

Had sweet chilli chicken tenders for breakfast/unch/dinner at 4:30. I was too busy doing things before then and didn’t realise I was hungry.

Gotta clean guineapig cage tomorrow. The poor thing is totally neglected by its owners, Matty and Skye, seeing as they don’t live here any more and when they do come over all they do is watch tv and talk loudly.

I’m really freakin tired. I think I’ll go back to bed, twas nice there. All warm and comfy and sleep-filled.

Jenn called me today to say the chinese place down the street from her burnt down.

The keyboard has cat hair in it.

Dammit I’m waking up. I wanted to stay sleepy, sleep all night, be nice and refreshed tomorrow morning.

Gotta send the package. Gotta wrap stuff, write cards, oh yeah, and buy one more present.

Title is coz when Friends was on tonight, everyone in the room did the clapping thing in the starting. That never happens.

Night all you peoples.