Things I should do today:
-Stomp on the bottles so that they don't have any air left in them.
-Vacuum-clean around the bed

Things I want to do today:
-Sleep
-Read slash
-Write

Why are the wants and shoulds never the same? I'll be meeting Tweetie later today when she comes back from work and Edi and we're going food-shopping before I have to go to work.

Urgel. Went through the Henna-torture again yesterday (headache, headache, headache) and it seems a little darker this time. Next weekend I'll try again and hopefully it'll work even better then.

Tweetie couldn't sleep yesterday because she was too lazy to buy sleeping pills so I think it was after two in the morning before neither of us got any. I'm just going to write this, do some copy-pasting and then go back to bed.

Nighty-nighty!

Okay, so of course they (the people who rents the house out) have to put a new washing-list in this week. We had scheduled washing on Monday, but since we didn't know (there haven't been a new washing list since December's went out) we couldn't do it.

So I had to wash today and pray that whoever's got that shift won't need it and if they do, they won't bitch too much. We're out of clothes, and after yesterday I -really- needed to wash my work-clothes because... Well, trust me on this, you don't want to know.

No, really.

So now I'm left with another hour of snorfling around here and there until the washing is done and then I'm putting it all in the dryer. After that... I just hope that I can find someplace to hang it up. O.o

It's Wednesday, Tweetie don't have Edi so we're meeting to pick up some stuff. I want my salary, the new Edguy-CD is out and I really, really, really would -love- to listen to it before the concert. I'm so very tempted to pick up money today and go buy it... Hmmmmmm...

Okay, so the money I got was right (just got back from checking with my boss - he babbled on for almost 15 minutes before he had satisfyingly explained it to me - I got it after the first time, thank you very much), so I thought I'd pay my bills for this month before it's all gone again.

Except I can't find my insurance bill. It should be with the rest, but it isn't. -.- So now I'm paying the phone-bill (82.90 - as long as I stay under 100 francs I'm happy!) and most likely also the internet bill whenever Tweetie dug that one out.

... And looking at my phone-bill, I see that my SMS costs more than the calls abroad. Is that good or bad? O.o

I need to keep better order in my papers. -.-

And sushi on Saturday!! YAY!!

- Do the dishes - done
- Clean out more of my yahoo-mail (only 4500 more mails to go @.@) - done; 180 mails gone
- Shower
- Sleep some more
- Check the washing
- Whine that Sentenced doesn't exist anymore (will be done as soon as Tweetie's home again)
- Burn CD

I think I'll start with the sleeping. ;p

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

I should shower, but I'm too lazy. It involves hair-washing which is a pain nowadays; it's too long and unless I brush it out before I wash it, I'm stuck in there for half an hour trying to detangle it.

I think I'll go back to bed instead.

Purpose of today:

-Try not to kill people at work.
-Try not to pitch a fit.
-Try not to fall asleep at work.
-Try not to buy chocolate for money we don't have.
-Try not to slaughter neighbours (he was -drilling- in there!!)
-Try not to sulk, whine or be bitchy.
-Try not to buy cola for money we don't have.
-Be nice.
-To people who deserve it (aka Tweetie and my mommy)

I think that's it. Today is just not a good day to be a Mini and I have to drop by work and pick up more garbage-bags. I'd rather not.
Some of the bitches that works in the office where I clean, I just want to take my ball-crusher-boots and stomp on till their bones crack. After that I shall break my eight years long vegetarian fast with sucking the marrow from them.
There, I've made my daily threat against society. Now go away world, I'll deal with you later (after a hell of a lot of cuddling and chocolate for money we don't really have).

Morning. Sick-ish. Tweetie's got a knot in the small of her back so she's getting it checked next week. Me worried.

Too early for coherent thought.

Over and out.

I should boil up water for tea for later, but I'm too lazy right now. Instead I've been snorfling around here and there and I've finally gotten around to order print-outs of my pics. It'll be interesting to see how they turn out..

I think that's it.