I tried being patient but it took too long...

I will not read Lost spoilers, even though I'm out tonight so I won't be able to see it until tomorrow.

I will not read Lost spoilers.
I will not read Lost spoilers.
I will not read Lost spoilers.
I will not read Lost spoilers.
I will not read Lost spoilers.
I will not read Lost spoilers.
I will not read Lost spoilers.
I will not read Lost spoilers.
I will not read Lost spoilers.

*bites fist*


I was woken by the news on my radio alarm clock telling me that Christopher Eccleston has said that he won't be playing the Doctor in the next series of Dr Who. He doesn't want to be typecast apparently. Shame.



You know what I hate most about work?

Being at work. There are lots of things I'd rather be doing at home, watching Lost, tidying up because despite the fact that I just tidied the other day the flat is a bit of a pit, but I'm in the office.

It's inconvenient.

I wonder if I mention this to my line manager she'll let me go home…*g*



I've sent the postcards off. I was tired when I wrote them out last night so I think I've managed to get several spelling mistakes in each one. Just so you know.



I've got PMS. It was the insane craving for cheese and crisp sandwiches and the uncontrolled weeping at Bicentennial Man on Sunday that tipped me off. I'm feeling very mood swingy today. And hungry. I could just go for a cheese and crisp sandwich now actually. *tummy rumbling*


ETA Cheese and crisp sandwich...*gremlin 'yum yum' noises*