Work is really not worth talking about.

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I'm doing site survey all of this week apart from Wednesday. I hope the rest of the week will be dry and all the roads will be like Vauxhall Bridge Road. At least I have a job to book my time to. These days I feel like a fraud whenever I do my timesheets because I sit there for 8 hours doing fuckall every day.

storme's away for work for two days, and her pillow is being blobbed on by the cat (I'm suddenly the cat's Favourite Person Ever). I need to wake up early in the morning but haven't been able to sleep yet. Tried to do some writing. The same couple of stories just inching forward. They generally involve:

AU Story 1
Rush: (I have a secret I CAN'T TELL ANYONE.)
Dave: (I also have something I will not talk to anyone about.)
Rush: ...
Dave: ...
Rush: ...
Dave: ...
Me: WHO DECIDED ON THIS PLOT, IT SUCKS.
Rush & Dave: You.
Me: *steals the Valeria Heart and seppukus*

AU Story 2
Rush: (I have a secret I CAN'T TELL ANYONE and this is a different secret btw)
Dave: (He has a secret I MUST FIGURE IT OUT.)
Rush: (I'd rather die than to let anyone know!1!!!111)
Dave: ...
Rush: ...
Dave: ...
Rush: ...
Me: WHO DECIDED ON... OH FINE I GET IT. *seppuku*

...........Yup.

Still unpacking. Chest of drawers have been ordered, and Habitat's failure of a delivery service has our lamp somewhere in an Ipswich depot. I'm waiting for a whole load of foam for the shop. And apparently my dad will be in the UK next week.

Oh, the other day I mocked a child in public. It felt good. :D