Moving & sleeping.

Staying up until I'd finished my latest springkink last night meant I was runnign on goth time today. Luckily my suspected duff tyre actually seems to be just a slow puncture (which is still annoying, but I can live with it), so I got to snapesbabe Towers only a little after 12. And yelled something coarse & blokish at nannyo, who was looking for Byron the Hairy Wonderdog.

Anyway. Much packing of Stuff into Bags and Dismantling of Desks later, I passed on 3 BPAL imps, decided that yes, matgb is as lovely and cute as SB claimed (although I only have the clothed, best-behaviour version to judge by) and tried to deep throat a cornetto. It was a bad idea; the cone is too scratchy.

But yes. SB is now ensconced in her own Evil Lair, Byron is busily coating everything with hair, and I just about made it home before passing out on the settee. Boy, I'm tired, and I didn't do as much as N. Easting about 4" of ginger biscuits to try & wake up was probably a Bad Idea; nausea is an unpleasant thing, even with a soundtrack of Bruce Rockinson's Dick Show.

*yawn*

I think I'm off to bed now. "Listen Again" means I don't have to stay up in the hope of hearing something amazing.