Mother came home yesterday with a DVD of super old VHS footage of my brother as a newborn, and a tiny wee me running about and giggling at people. I sounded like a chipmunk. 4yo Emma's comment about the new baby? "I wanted him to be a girl so I could call him Pixie." If only I had known then what I know now. Uh, however, this also means I potentially have the means now to convert another beloved super old VHS to DVD! Can we guess which one? Updates to come.

Just booked GNW tickets for August. :D No, it shall never be enough. Anyway, everyone should be proud of me; this is a fortnightly excuse for me to get out of the house and have a 'night on the town'. Hungry Jacks dinner at 8:30 and home by 10 ;) PLUS PAUL.

Still sick. Sigh. I should maybe be reading Jane Eyre and other uni-related texts. I spent the last two hours watching Dylan Moran dvds. Very helpful. Also, I'm feeling very out of tough with Middle Earthian news; is there some way to see TORN updates on LJ or something lol? I are lazy.