In which hyperness occurs

18:45 Arrive home. Get books. Leave for library.
19:01 Library. Books. CD's.
19:32 McD's. Shut up. Can eat whateverthefuck want.
19:33 Realise could have ended up working here. Thank all appropriate and inappropriate deities profusely.
19:43 Still at McD's. Grandmother calls. Talk.
19:51 Go home.
20:07 Home. Get in bed with book and read. Look into appartments and studio's in Antwerp.
21:23 Aaaaaaaargh! What the fuck? Freaky flapping thing in my room. Dive under covers.
21:23 Peep out from under covers. Bat. Fuck. How? Brain informs self was prolly hiding in curtain case. Should prefer brain to tell self how to get rid of bloody thing.
21:24 Have creeped out of bed, bedclothes over head, and opened balcony doors. Effing thing refusing to get out. Bluddy. Call parents. Ask if bats are attracted to light.
21:25 No. Am advised to flap towel and chase it out. Follow advise.
21:26 Fucking hell. Gerout!
21:27 Finally. Get back in bed, shaking. Wish had liquor to calm nerves down.
06:45 Get up. Got barely any sleep. Kept waking up. Bluddy. Am now determined to get out before June. Evil bastard landlord can bite me.
07:25 Train, work, stuff. Usual.
08:54 Start work.
09:10 Do test at official HP site. [No link. Am displeased with them.] Get sorted into Ravenclaw. Kickass!
10:26 Decide kitten tattoo not going to happen. Cannot find design, and would be in painful place, too. Decide getting Parental Warning / Explicit Content one instead. Is on arm, therefor much less painful.
10:34 Aksed to translate letter from English into Dutch. Attempt.
10:59 Finished. Woo. Was not easy. Shit.
10:07 Am asked to publish site. Bla.
11:10 Have found tattoo design. Trying to work out how big would be. Am giddy.
11:37 Have just noticed Pete's online. Consider IMing him. Decide against.
11:44 Site still publishing. Dude.
12:01 Fuckit. Go get lunch. Also drop by bank to have cheque for ER tix resent, because either bank or post office screwed up royally. Am equally pissed off.
12:32 Mmmmm, sweet tuna, how you soothe my worries ...
13:42 Work, work, work. Wahey.
13:48 Re Playtime, again:

it doesnt make ANY sence whatsoever-its not beliaveble and it ends in a stupid way,and also way to soon. - natalie ()

Huh? Talk about not making 'sence' (sic).
13:55 Get sarcastic with spammer.
14:15 Call tatooist. No appointment needed. Eeeekness. Consider drafting Steve into going with me. Decide not to. Am butch. Am strong. Not wimpy. [Steve is. Ha!]
14:16 Email dad, ask if passcode for bankcard has arrived yet. Need it to withdraw money for tatt.
14:19 Dad says no. Sheisse. Consider calling grandmother and asking her to go check.
14:20 From same person as yesterday's Draco: Harry!
14:53 Call grandmother. Ask her to open letter from bank with code. Now have code. Woohoo! Hopefully, will work.
15:49 Nearly done with newsletter. Woohoo! Now for menial part. Ach well. Gives me time to consider The Game.
16:00 Steve has booked our flight to NY. Am giddy.
16:14 Newsletter finished and out. Rock.
16:23 Internet Bumper Stickers that ...

• ... amuse self: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven [Muahahaha! Oh Nat, Molly, Vali, Mary, ...], eight, nine, ten, eleven [U2! U2! U2!] .
  
• ... can relate to: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eightteen, nineteen, twenty.
  

16:58 Should be getting ready to go home.
17:02 Going home. Weeeeeeeaaaaaaaa!!! </hyperness>