I have no money again, a mere week after being given roughly £300 by my parents for food and bills and living and such.
Seriously, like £14. This morning, before I went to town.
This did not stop me buying
Nathan Barley on DVD. For lo, it was my
whim promise to myself, and if you can't keep those, what's the point yeah?
The
Futurama ultimate boxset is only £60 in Fopp ::pines::
Christmas is of course coming, not that I'm allowed to think about it until I've done about three essays, SERIOUSLY AND WITH THE PROPER DILIGENCE. But I'm really not sure how that's going to turn out this year, since as far as I can tell my dad A) doesn't want to just give me money, and b) doesn't want to hear what I want. Hold onto the receipts, dad. That's all I'm saying.
As for
you people,
( Christmas wishlist meme. Oh yes. )My list seems slightly angry, for some reason. Perhaps the fact most of the things I wish for are things I wish
I would write. Dammit.
I went to see the doctor about the crazy spots appearing on my hands lately, and she tells me they look like insect bites. So now I'm infested. Joy.
That is mostly all.