Happy things.

So far today, I've been quite productive.

I've edited an article for a friend's website, which they liked. A lot. Talks are progressing at a snails pace about paying me to sub-edit--well, they say proofread, but what I do is really copyediting--for them. Does anyone know anything about freelancing and tax? I'd want to stick it on my CV in the long-run....

After romping through the article, I wrote 560 words of my Lars-comedy. This made me especially happy as I got to use "susurrus" which is a fabulous word :D

I finally got around to upgrading my MSN and clearing out ancient programmes. I was jolly pleased to be able to delete my driving theory and hazard perception tests from my machine!

Must go do some laundry and shove the dishwasher on. If I'm feeling especially good energetic then I'll drag the hoover upstairs and do some hoovering. And if I actually do all that, I'll probably faint from the shock.

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Fuck. It's hot.

There is the tiniest of breezes out there, and the thunderstorm that we were supposed to have... hasn't turned up. The skies are blue, blazing sunshine... if it wasn't so hot, I'd be enjoying myself.

And apparently it's hotter in Reading than in Turin. That's just not right. Italy's supposed to be hot and exotic!!

If I melt, just scrape me into a tub and stick me in the fridge. Maybe I can be reanimated in a good lightning storm?

PS. I still managed to do all the housework I planned. Go me!