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I now own a drill. For some reason, I am incredibly pleased by this. I kept wanting to drill random holes in the walls JUST BECAUSE I CAN! As time goes on, my inner butch dyke asserts herself. Halp.

I'm taking an hour or so to check e-mail and shit before I go back and continue cleaning. Most of my stuff is now unpacked, so it's just a matter of re-packing some of the stuff into logical boxes (instead of packing the pots and pans with my computer WTF mother?) and giving everything its place, and then actual proper cleaning (including the carpets, which are actually fairly disgusting and need a good deep cleaning) and minor things like hanging up pictures and sorting my books and other papers instead of just sticking them on the shelves in the boxroom.

*deep breath*

It's less than it sounds like, I swear. <g> There's also some things like a TV and a DVD player I need to buy, but that's secondary.

Signs that the stress is no longer quite as bad as it was: my shoulder no longer feels like it's going to fall off, and my face is finally clearing up again, after four weeks of looking like the goddamn moonscape. And my appetite is back. Today's dinner: spicy bean burgers and oven chips. I'm surprised I managed to not blow myself up with the gas cooker and oven. (I'm used to electric.)

And now, back to the grindstone with me, I think.

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In order to buy a hammer today, I got soaked, though my raincoat, to the skin. My jeans got so wet that my /underwear/ was soaked through. My mobile phone still doesn't work.

All because E didn't have enough money on her to buy herself a £2 hammer after work.

I had to resist using the hammer to cave in the skulls of all the fucking tourists.

Yeah, I got totally drenched walking home--dripped all over Sainsbury's, too. Boo.

And yes, dammit, FUCKING TOURISTS!

(And dude, if you need something like a hammer or whatnot, ask. I have so. much. stuff. Someone better get some use out of it.)

Well, we needed a hammer and Homebase is right next to E's work. She was going to pick it up but ran out of cash. So we decided that I'd go out and meet her after work.

Except that I thought I'd be smart, and get her shiny new mobile phone unlocked first, so I walk to Great Junction Street, find the shop closed, walk to Leith Walk, get on a bus that takes forty minutes to get to Nicholson Street, and then walk up the Pleasance to the Scottish Widows building, getting soaked through /to my fucking balls/.

All for a £1.99 hammer with an orange handle.

I'm supposed to go and get the phone unlocked today, but it's raining, and after yesterday I'm taking no chances. :op

Hee! Good call, man. I need to buy me an umbrella at some point, because WET! Argh.

You should get one of those tartan ones that that place on Rose Street sells. ;o)