Tomorrow Never Comes

So my second interview has been pushed back to Thursday. Gah! Still well nervous - I HAVE to get out of my current job. It's such a big pile of wank.

Still - as from tomorrow, I can drink again! Yippee!
It's been a really tough week. A year or so I wouldn't have thought I'd be capable or going eight nights without alcohol, but I've nearly done it. There is a lovely cold can of cider waiting for the weekend. Plus one of my customers has got me a bottle of Mead! Ye-haw!

No time to scribble tonight due to the pooting curfew, but the Alt Eppie (which actually has turned into alternative versions of two episodes instead of one and which, after long deliberation, I have decided to call Life Is Beautiful) has but a few more scenes in which to tie up loose ends and should be completed over the weekend. People are chomping at the bit for another installment of the Tomb Raider story, so I want to get the next chapter started too.

Things I forgot to say

Today's word is 'Sluice'.

Played 'Line Limericks' in bed with Hubby last night (ah, Newlywedded Bliss...) and came up with a stormer:

There once was a girl from Dundee,
Who said 'What is thing on my knee?'
'I'm a spider!' it cried,
'Now please step aside,
I've a meeting at quarter to three!'