I would like to post a meaningful, cheerful, interesting journal post.
No chance. My brain is quite dead. We’re in Dublin just now, having come in so we could do birthday shopping for Ted, and while I’d love to tell you all the exciting, interesting things I’ve been up to, we’ve really been staggering around our house trying to avoid smashing into the things that have been delivered which we haven’t got anywhere to put. We bought bookshelves and dressers and things and they’re being delivered on Thursday. Obviously it’d’ve been wiser to buy these things before the stuff arrived, but, uh, we didn’t.
*stares mindlessly* gah. No brain! No brain! La la la la la!
(FOOLS! *I* will be brain!)
miles to Mount Doom: 335
Meow.