In other news, could people please cross their fingers that I manage to sort out my credit card mess before the end of the week? Y'know, wo I can actually go shopping like I wanted to? And so Mol can stop paying for everything? This'll teach me to carry my card in my back pocket without protection. Fuckers!
(Oh, Jess, I know I said we'd be in the dorm from three on, but the phone might be busy for a bit while I call my parents to sort this out, k? Shall try to keep it brief, if only cause I'll be calling collect.)
I am Melle's need to ramble. I need a smoke. My cigs are in the dorm room. Aargh! Must have more coffee. And mayhap some Timbertrick.