I've sorted my Media work, but I don't have it printed yet. My mum did talk my dad into moving the printer up here until the laptop is in here, but she got in a mood with me because I couldn't stop crying, and the printer's still downstairs.
Have some painkillers, Dave. I want some for my nail, but I can't go downstairs to get them.
It's going to be a fun day tomorrow, not. First day of litter picking and it was really windy, so I'd get something in the picker, then slip one handle of the bag off of my hand to put it in, only for the bag to blow around and all the litter to fall out. Then the photocopying lady came out and said to me, "Oi! You're supposed to be picking up litter, do it properly!"
