I’m shattered. I’ve done some research for the 2k word essay despite falling asleep while trying to read some of the papers I’ve got. So yeah. I’ve won an auction for a bit that I need to fix Cherry but I’m waiting for the bloke to e-mail me back to say whether he can supply the rest of the bits. I can’t see the wing mirrors that came off Claire anywhere, so I’ll have to have a proper hunt. Hopefully though, I’ll get her back on the road next week…
Blah. Really. I just feel completely done in and want to sleep. Lots.
I went swimming this morning though, with Nikki, Lorna and Onne; Nikki, Onne and I forming the world’s worst synchronised swimming team under Lorna’s careful direction; and Nikki learning to do Butterfly stroke (very impressive, if somewhat more splashy than the rest of her strokes).
Then Lorna headed off and we went back and produced a roast dinner. Sadly, the Yorkshire’s were made with gluten free flour (a mistake, but it was all we had), but the rest of it went really well. We then played Mashed, Auto Modellista, and some racing game that I can’t remember the name of, but discovered that if you set the damage to ‘simulation’ instead of ‘cosmetic’ I actually have a hope of winning – or at least, not embarassing myself quite as badly as I did yesterday…
But the poot. The poot is because I saw someone interesting on LJ, in a community, either queer Toronto, canadian lesbian, or whatever; and I thought ‘ooh, I will keep their page open and I shall look…’, only I closed it and now can’t find their post. So poot. And the house is going for insaneoheat. I wish it’d make it’s mind up.
