hum-tiddly

getting ready for galactica, (ie buying food, alcohol etc, debating whether to get manicure), booked train tickets for discworld, body appears to have settled into flat and this bed (as evidenced that I didn't wake up about three times or at 6/7am like I have been). I take it as an indication of something that I listed alcohol twice on my food shopping list for the con.

Flist is still on skip=400. argh. Supernatural writers, will you *stop* sodding being so prolific?

Calendar : This weekend : Galactica,
Next week : second taxi o'stuff from Croydon -> Camden, go see Chicago and possibly Coriolanus at the Globe, sew skirt, accessories and belt, get that bag from the market, (sick of having no pockets and the straps that hit everything you pass), go home to sort out junk into piles and maybe pick up books.
week the second : Ikea. Mirror, shelving, owt else. Discworld Con.