Last night, I came home at half past five, made dinner, took a long hot bath, and went to sleep at nine. One of those days. *yawn* Which means I missed what was apparently a slash-filled England-match, but meh.
Woke up this morning, rolled over to hit the snoioze button, and promptly fell out of bed. Oops? So I got to work an hour earlier than usual, because I could't get back to sleep after that, and then I did a full body squee at the bus stop because Metro had a lovely picture of shiny!happy!Becks/Owen. Squeeee!
Today's goal: Rewrite the first chapter of Elfstone so it's fit for posting, pick up my DVD player, and iron the shitload of laundry I've left.