Amusement from the Call Centre Front Lines:

Today's Typo of the Day: "licensex". Thank god I have Outlook automatically spellcheck before I send e-mail. Also, I need to get laid.

So far, I've had e-mails from Paul Gascoigne, Anne Rice, and Mark Chapman. Probably just people sharing the name, but still.

It's 13:23 and there is nothing to do! No more e-mails, no phone calls coming in, de nada. Am bored shitless. But at least no longer nicfitting--I quit smoking on Wednesday, and I think I'm past the physical withdrawal symptoms, thank fuck. I think I'm now largely in the safe zone, with the one big potential problem being: can I write without nicotine, and can I limit myself to one or two cigarettes onloy while writing? Wait and see, I suppose.

(In all honesty I have to admit I've had one cigarette a day, before bed, so that I could sleep, mostly because I didn't want to end up lying awake twitching all night on a workday.)

Tonight, we finish the boxroom, and then we take a bath! And we go to sleep under my New! KingSize! Duvet! W00t. And then I have nothing to do this weekend. Boo.

Yay! Am Queen of Everything!

*does booty shake to 'Just Got Paid'*

Am clean, unpacked, and ready for a long hot bath and a sleep-in tomorrow morning. And then we go buy a TV and try and figure out how to get the TV connected to the aerial. And next week I'll get both my DVD player and DSL, and I'll finally be all settled ni.

(Just in time for megolas to come visit, and for me to bugger off to belgium for the weekend of the 29th. Heh.)

ETA: Have just done grocery shopping online. Am biggest geek EVAH! :D