Enuii sets in...

The rain's back, as is my feeling of general malaise. Can't help but think, were I at work, I wouldn't have time to sit around moping and would probably feel better about the whole thing. Trying to spend my time doing constructive stuff, like looking for other jobs, but there appears to be absolutely cock all out there right now.

Spent a good hour of today making my all-female Sims family 'The Ultimate Bachelorette Pad' (pink carpets throughout, pop art, love heart chairs, marble patio with BBQ and jukebox, cryogenically frozen head - just your typical girl's house...) and then giving them all new outfits and hairdos. I think I might be regressing to some kind of second childhood.

Could always get back to the writing, I suppose. I now have a grand total of 4 scripts/stories on the go... 5 if you count The Great Novel, which hasn't been looked at for nearly a year now.

*long sigh*

Husband Vs Orlando

Husband keeps using my Legolas mug.

It is my favourite coffee mug because
a, It's nice and big - just the right size for a nice mid-morning cup of Tesco's Own Gold Roast.
b, It's all green and swirly and Tolkeinny, which I like.
c, it has Orlando Bloom's face on it. Now, while I'm hardly a fan of the Doe-Eyed Featherbrain's 'acting' technique (although I live in permanant hope that one day he'll startle us all with an oscar worthy performance as a crippled Welsh fisherman with a tic or something) he is (it appears) a lovely chap and he has a face that I could happily stare at pretty much all day. I particularly like Leggy because it took me by surprise that I found a Blond so very attractive (I don't do Blonds... I must have sensed the inner black haired beauty 'neath the platinum wig.)

So why does Hubby insist on making it the first mug he uses after every washing up session? It's my mug, and I feel that, since I'm the only one in the house who fancies Leggy (or so I'm told), I should be the only one allowed to drink out of his face.

He doesn't even use it for coffee!

-Newsflash-

Editor in Chief just called me re job to let me know I'm through to a shortlist of three!

I've got a day's work experience in which to prove myself in a week or two!

Happy now - and off to get stinking drunk. Hubby under orders to bring me home in time for Lost, though.

YAYYYYY!!!!