Cha cha cha

Anyone who doesn't think that cleaning is real work is a fool or an imbecile or both. I spent ten hours with Steph cleaning Liam's kitchen. We have damn near 0wnz0red that kitchen now. We should have it totally owned by tomorrow. O god, my back is killing me. Better go, have to write up the minutes from last Friday's Visible Ink meeting which I would have done yesterday had I not been being depressive. Bah.

Also, I am a deity. So neener.

OMG! Exciting news! Glenda is paying us (Steph and me) for our work on their house, so I have some money. I am buying Hat Full of Sky and possibly series 1 of Black Books if I'm feeling really rich, and then I'm putting a whole lot aside for my car. The rest will go toward petrol and train tickets. This is good, because it means I will have some money towards paying for my registration and insurance, and my father will not sell my car as he was threatening yesterday. Things are looking up.

I'm going to bed. I'm quite looking forward to it.