My mother and I are going to just ignore my dad's penny-pinching and go on a mercy-dash for his fish (Siamese Fighters) and get them a proper tank and heater. Poor things just lie on the bottom of their bowls at the moment, because the water is too cold for them.

This weekend is a nice break, since I've started sleeping properly again. But I had a few unhappy dreams last night (no doubt as a result of spending three days up to my eyeballs in First Aid how-to and scenarios, etc). My best friend died, in my dream. It was really awful, and I remember crying. Then I dreamt my computer had a virus (oh yay, just what I needed). And then I dreamt I was at dinner at some country club/restaurant with Queen someone-or-other for some reason, and we were swimming in the lap pool in our fancy dresses and singing and stuff. It was quite weird.

I think I should eat - I've run out of apple, and I'm starting to get hungry. I'm thinking I might get yummy-but-not-very-healthy chips and chicken nuggets. Yum.

Also, my brother has filled out his application for an exchange next year. He was to go to Italy too! Hurrah, someone to yell at in Italian. Although, I'm terrified he'll come back knowing more than me (sibling rivalry, and also he's a math-science guy, where as I excel at languages and arts in comparison to him) and telling me my accent is both horrible and wrong! He picked up so much when we were there for two weeks last year - I was just so proud of how quickly he started to understand. He's been writing it and finding pictures to put on the picture section. He's so excited, it's cute!

We might take on an exchange student if he goes, for a bit, because I want to learn some more Spanish or brush up my French or Italian.

Ok, lunch soon.

Just in the last afternoon alone I've done two very silly things. The first was to roll my ankle, but it's fixed. All I did was slip sideways in my shoe (and I always seem to do it in those shoes), but fortunately it's never more than a temporary ouch. The ultimate silly? I came inside from hanging out a load of washing and sat down. After a few minutes I experienced a crawling sensation on my forehead. I realised something was on me, and my instinctive reaction was "smack it dead!" so I did. That meant hand+head=bang.ouch, and then investigated what it was. I'm so silly, since I managed to smack myself quite decently too. The result? A squished ant.

And I'm reading tre_corde's work-in-progress. It's interesting. And you were totally right m'dear (of course you would be, being the author) when you said you overhauled it entirely. Very different. I really liked the introduction with the priest, etc.

Ok, so now I think I need to go and annoy AJ - she said she was going to call me, but she hasn't. And maybe the Snuggly One. Or not. I haven't spoken to him since Sunday last - he's been busy. We both have. But we've fitted in a few sms. He'd probably like me to say hi, lol, since all the messages that have come through since Sunday were initiated by him. I especially like this one, out of the blue around 10.40pm on Tuesday night:

"I lost my pencil :("

*giggles* Poor Snuggle.