*groan*

Okay. So, I have a thumping headache. My mother is playing opera *really* loud. Bellowing tenors and sopranos, hitting just that right note to make my brain jangle painfully. I'm coming off the codeine, see, since I haven't taken it all day. Didn't really need to, and I didn't *want* to take it cause I'm writing.

I have my own playlist of music I want to listen to but I can't - Mum's got that fucking music really loud. It's fair enough - she listens to it while cooking. I figure she won't be cooking ALL night, so I'll put up with it.

Doesn't help the fact that I still have a headache. *grumble*

I'm really tired for some reason. I don't know why. I got plenty of sleep today, I just feel so fucking worn out. I did manage to write *quite* a bit today, I'm very happy. (Yes Sandy, that means you'll be getting more story in your inbox. I hope you don't mind. It'll be GJ cookie-age, so maybe you might like it!).

I lost my ONTD virginity today. Posted some stupid story about Leo DiCaprio getting injured on set. Nobody had posted it yet - probably nobody cared but at least it's something new. I forgot to turn off the email respond thingy, though, so I had a bunch of emails to delete when I got up this morning. LOL!

I might take some nurofen and have a burst on the exercise machine thingy. Just to get my endorphins kicking.

<3,
-N

Mouse catching successful!

EEP! I caught one! It was *tiny*! So absolutely tiny! It was so cute! I wanted to cry, and it was terrified! :( Dad took the bottle trap and shook it around inside and I yelled at him for being so cruel!

I let it out in the garden. I don't care if it comes back - I'm just going to clean the room so it can't rustle anymore. I couldn't hurt it, it was too precious! :( The poor little dear!!

I *know* it's vermin, I know that it's ruining my room. But God... I couldn't hurt it. I couldn't leave it in the cold wet rain. *Sniffle*

I'm a fucking wimp, I know. *sigh* I'm just going to have to keep my room as clean as humanly possible.

Rolf Harris is a fucking genius

I watched a programme where Rolf Harris was painting the Queen. Just watching him work, the way he slaps down colour and builds and... he puts little splashes of colour here and there, so carefully... Wow. He's just amazing. I'd be happy to be as good as him at painting by the end of my life.

It made me want to paint, so I was looking for my Freddie painting that I'm halfway through. I couldn't find it! That's when I found the mouse. *sigh* God, I hope I find it. I'll look again tomorrow, while I'm cleaning up my room.

Scotty talking about Star Trek VI on DVD...

"DVD is great... you can see the bubbles come out of David Warner's chest in stunning clarity!"