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Why does mam suddenly decide she wants to have a mega phone conversation at this time of the night? It's not even important stuff just random things she's thinking about. What with the lights and this I haven't got anything done tonight that I needed to.

Must go to bed now, and I'm not even thinking about the fact that I have to get up in just over 4 hours.

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My shoulders are killing me today. I guess that's what I get for carrying heavy bags then hanging out of windows batting at lights with my hockey stick :(

I've been playing hooky today and had a nap on the couch as soon as Corey went to school. Fell asleep watching classic X-Files and woke up about 2 hours later when the phone rang. I'm feeling a little guilty about it because James is at work and Corey at school and there's me asleep on the couch. But man, I needed it.

But I'm putting my foot down about going shopping tonight. I'm shopped out and I want to eat something that doesn't come from a fast food place. I also want to look up some Christmas cookie recipes for Corey and I to make. I'm not a good cook so they have to be easy and have chocolate *g* I'd make Christmas cake but it's the cake of Satan with those nasty currents and disgusting dried fruit, cookies will be so much better!

I also have to get writing. It's scary how fast the deadline is coming, especially as I need time for people to beat the story into shape. It's actually nearly finished, I just need uninterrupted time to sit and do it. That is if I can actually think to write, castalie has been putting perverted ideas about hockey sticks in my mind *eg*

Its been so interesting seeing the regional words meme going round, especially as kifty was just telling me how she can tell that I'm a Brit from my posts. I love how words that mean the same thing differ depending on location.

YAY, a card from Charlie just came. Thank you hon!

And now I must do something instead of messing on LJ.

well after I answer some comments

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I can't believe some fucking people. Tex was barking so I looked out the window and saw two men stealing the spare fish tank from our garden. They just walked in and took it as cool as anything. I ran out but they'd ran up the street by then. About 5 minutes before someone had knocked on the front door asking when James would be in. It was a young guy and he said his mam wanted to see James, which isn't that unusual so I said he'd be back at about 5. Now I'm thinking he was checking the place out and I'm just sitting here shaking with anger just now. I saw them and would recognise them again but god, what kind of person are you that you'd walk into someone's garden and take their stuff? I hate people sometimes.