Baby works again, save for a few keys.

I have twelve days to work left before I have holidays, the rest of this week and the next two. Then, on the Monday my holidays starts when Tweetie's left for work I'm going to clean out this flat completely. I might not celebrate Christmas, but I'm not going to sit in this mess during my two weeks off, dammit!!

Typed up a loooooong mail to Tweetie this morning and I just hope that the Bank didn't swallow it on the way to her. I tried to decode any nasty words that might ruffle their feathers so I think it should make it through.

People's stupidity never fail to amuse me, that's all I can say.

Now I'm going back to sleep, have to write Teenyboppers for Tweetie later because she passed her Latin exam she had last week, or if it was the week before that. Anyway, in a weak moment, I promised her a whole chapter of the damn teenage drama if she passed it. X.x