*Yawn*

Well, it's 0712. The place is clean, the washing is all done, the inpatient is dry, clean and comfy. And didn't try to bite me this morning, always a bonus. Just kind of hanging around now, being very very bored. I even caught up with the scanning and insurance forms - which I didn't get to do last night because of battling with the blood machine and trying to print a farking document...

I loathe Word. Hate it.

I'd do that meme mayqueen517 came up with - but my memory isn't brilliant, and I like to have my music list onscreen so I can double check stuff - lyrics, song titles, that sort of stuff. No good if I type 'oh you know, that one that goes da-da-diddle DUM dum dum de-DUM...'

Whatever.

Slay has the brilliant idea of wizzing up to the trader's fair today, up near Coventry. It's a twice yearly beano where all the people that sell to the various periods of re-enactors get together all in one place and bring all their goodies. You can get stuff from Roman glassware to second World War Jackboots... taking in swords and muskets and clothing and buttons and ceramics and fabric and--

It's a lot of fun, I'll grant you that. And it's a good place to bump into people you haven't seen for ages. Not to mention overspend horribly! The last time we went I ordered a new musket...

*Note to self: you don't need any more guns.*

Trouble is, I've just done this hideous run of three nights and I really don't want to spend a couple of hours on the road each way. listening to beloved husband cussing out other road users, then struggle round a crowded hall no matter how nice the pretties are. *Thinks about the armour stalls and weakens*

Mind you, I could sort half my christmas present worries there. Not to mention pick up some nice bits and pieces for Rockfic Asheville. Argh! All I want to do is curl up on the sofa - after editing a couple of kick ass fics. Spending the day crawling between sofa and screen works for me but as Slay will whinge if I don't go, then I guess it isn't going to happen. Drat the boy.

0722. And I am bored.

Catch you later, people...

*Sneeze*

Ah, marvellous. I appear to have come down with a cold. Oh well, that's what you get for monkeying around with your circadian rhythms and eating bad food and not getting enough rest and vitamins and stuff. My eyeballs feel like red hot curried marbles, I have a headache, and my sinuses are full of hot lead.

This happens to me a lot.

Oh well. ( Meme about moozick under cut... )

In other news, lots of fireworks going off tonight - in point of fact, it sounded rather like downtown Baghdad out there tonight. So of course Axl is hiding next to Slay, won't eat, big scared eyes, won't go outside. I actually wish Slay wouldn't indulge him - I know it sounds mean but it just reinforces the nervous behaviour. If he would ignore him then he wouldn't be getting a response and if nothing else it wouldn't get any worse.

Hey ho.

Off to take some cold meds.