Current mood:

bruised

Onwards
It's moving day tomorrow. I've spent the last four weeks or so obsessively cleaning the place. The damp in our room is particularly horrible. I suspect I've started to get a mad glint in my eye every time the Hack goes near one of the many bleached, vinegared, salted and scrubbed surfaces. The flat smells a little like a chippy at the moment, but it's pretty damn clean.

The stress of the last four months has been immense. New job with M&S: old tricks from the landlord. Viewings of flats. Debts. Too little sleep and too much sugar. But enough of these tiresome and depressing things.

I've had some fun days out with friends. I saw In The Loop, which was the first time I've laughed so much in ages. It was political satire of a vicious, biting and utterly hilarious sort.

Work is going well. I've had a member of the Board visit me, and it went swimmingly. My boss called me a commercial animal (heh). But which animal...? Dread to think.

My library of books has become a touch unwieldy. Packing them has taken a long time. I haven't had as much free time as I'd like recently so I actually have an unread pile for the first time in my life.

I slipped and fell this morning coming out of the bathroom. My feet just went: I imagine I looked like one of those cartoon characters making those binkabinkabinka noises as their feet whirl in the air before they splat onto the ground.

Alas, not as amusing for me. It bloody hurt. When I went to Ikea to pick up a rug to hide the burn mark on the carpet, people were giving me odd looks. Realised what with the cut arms and bruised hands and limp, I looked like I'd gone a couple of rounds with an angry cricketer.

Found all my BPAL scents. BPAL, how I've missed you. Et Lux Fuit was particularly cheery with its flower-sunny-honey yumminess.

I reread Secret Vampire this morning, right before measuring my length on the tiles. It's still a pretty good book - stands the test of time, despite those little details that just screamed 90s. Ethnotechno, LJS? Really? Also, Phil's awesomeness is far more apparent now. I feel like writing fic about him, which was surprising.

I think I'll reread the rest of Night World. After all, we may see Strange Fate sometime next year (if there's anyone on my flist who didn't know, LJS, like Wispas and leggings and other 90s paraphernalia, is back. Yes, that is a unicorn. No, I don't know why.). And it means I can avoid Nightfall a little longer.

I must also recommend Ilona Andrews' Magic series. It's what urban fantasy was meant to be. It's exciting, sexy, funny, breathtaking, mischievous, and a cut above most of what's out there. The latest, Magic Strikes, has just come out. I was up until 2am reading it. Get it. (Or borrow it from me. Whichever. It's fab.)

So. I have procrastinated enough. Back to packing and cleaning. Tomorrow, I'll be in a new flat.