ahhhhhhhhh

Time flies like the wind. Fruit flies like bananas.
--Groucho Marx (1890-1977)

You know you're having one of those days when the above sends you into paroxysms of giggles.

Thank you, brabble.

omfg

Tonight.

DIDO

can'twaitcan'twaitcan'twaitcan'twaitcan'twait

(whoop!)

aiee!!

Work! Is! Over! But! Now! Have! All! Matter! Of! Unpleasant! Errands! To! Run!

Post office. Fucking hell. Yes. Have to go. NOW! Can no longer avoid.
Grocery store. See above. Meh.

Also must eat something as we are famished. FAMISHED!!

Though dangerous to go to grocery store when hungry as will buy everything in sight. But have no food left in flat to consume. But don't want to eat out as have clambered back onto diet wagon and do not wish to fall off. Again.

All we have in cupboards is nasty, stale crackers and orcses. And they don't taste very nice, now do they preciousss?

What to do? What to do?

Hrm. Well sitting here isn't accomplishing much.

*scampers off*