Day of (possible) doom

I got woken up this morning by David asking me a grammar question about French past participle agreement. To which my response was something like "mnnnnuuurrrrghdoyouknowwhattimeitis?"

But now I feel bad. So I have dragged myself from my snuggly bed, and have decided to get AAAALL my procrastinating out of the way now, and then Bernard (my bootiful compooter) is going away for the day, as I actually need to work a lot, lest I fail everything and the world implodes in a ball of fire. (Melodramatic....moi?)

Yesterday was cool. Tom's birthday pressie arrived (huzzah), so I went and hurled it at him in the morning (caught him as he was shaving and accidentally made him gouge a small but perfectly formed hole in his face. Oops.) He liked it, so my faith has been reaffirmed in the wonders of shopping on ebay!

Then I did some work, and remembered how much I don't like the subjunctive. Ooh yes, a hamper also arrived from my vati, with many nice edible things in it! Including posh cheese. In putting said cheese into the fridge, I managed to discover what it was that has been causing all of us to wrinkle our noses slightly on entering the gyp room recently. Lurking at the back was a bottle of milk....or at least what used to be milk. It was orange. It had bits in it. *Shudder*

Popped into town with Davidboy in the afternoon, which was nice, and then watched Dr Who, and played the kick ass Clare College board game that we've created in the evening.

Today is the day of grammar (in which Jen remembers what work ethics are.) But Fi is making us a beautiful lunch of fajitas, because she is lovely, and should be made queen of something.

Right. Off to work (joy...bliss)

*mwah*
Jenjen xx