We have a new floor. And it's awfully spiffy. Now all I have to do is spend the next two days getting the last of the wallpaper off and painting the fucking walls so that they're spiffy and nice too. Nuts!
this morning. The thing was, despite all the activity over the weekend I couldn't sleep; I looked over some submissions for Devil's Work, exchanged a few e-mails with rockfic
, and chatted to arrys_girlie
via Yahoo. Then I thought I'd surprise her, so when I went downstairs I tried to give her a ring.
The person I got through to, whilst being undoubtedly American, didn't seem to know who I was asking for...
I begged off, claiming a wrong number, and curled up in a ball on the floor in almost terminal embarrassment.
Anyway, back on YIM and I told of my woes, only to be met with hoots of laughter - turns out it was arrys_girlie
's aunt who'd answered the phone - and she was so confused by the accent she had no bloody idea who the hell I was asking for. Thus reassured, I tried again and we had a lovely chat - that is, until Slay came down at half five...
So then I was in the shit for calling the States direct instead of using the puter, or waiting a few days and signing up for some bumfuck phone service - blah blah blah. I think he just hated to hear me laughing with somebody.
Anyway, dog spent the day in kennels - he was so pleased to be there he dragged me out of the car without leaving me time to shut the fucking door - so that he wasn't underfoot while the fitters were here.
Me, I slept.
And now I'm awake, and chatting to silicondreams
on YIM, and waiting for Slay to get home and I'd like to say it's all been worth it but it hasn't. *Sigh*