After much work (part time job and writing) and then much merriment (thank you for inviting me, Podshow), the week has slowed to a restful stop this morning. We’ve got stuff to do today: a new car battery, a jacket for Neil, a new TV stand, a medicinal-strength cappuccino, etc etc, but I’m just happy that we’re spending some time together no matter how banal the task list is. Oh, and housework. Hmm. I think I can live in filth for perhaps one more day…
In other news, I’m a bit pissed off at Royal Mail. Their strike is holding up the paperwork for my MacBook Pro financing. Bastards. This means that the likelihood of me getting my Mac before holiday is pretty slim. I repeat, bastards. I’m sure they have their reasons for the strike, but if they only knew how many kernel panics my old G4 has been having… (I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t care.)
Oh, and I got a new haircut. It’s not dramatically different–not like I just got a mohawk or anything–but it’s shorter and more sleek. The plan, now don’t laugh, is to get it shaped a bit more like Victoria Beckham’s cut. Shut up. It’s a good cut. I’ll have mine less blonde and all, but that’s the approximate style I’m going for. (Longer in front, pretty short in back, side part.) It’s going to take a few cuts and shapings and growth weeks to get there, but it’s in the works. I also want to wear headbands less. This cut should help out in that department.
Anyway, it’s noon and my fella has suggested we have lunch out. I like the way he thinks. And I’m pretty sure he’s as afraid of the state of the kitchen as I am today. Lunch out it is.