Hello my devoted minions. it is 11.25am on a Saturday morning, and I have finally crawled out of the pile of blankets that passes as a bed for the moment. I released Sheba into the wild, and have retreated indoors to nurse my hayfever. Sheba is a rather large huntsman that I initially felt some antipathy toward for her selecting my favourite t-shirt as the site of her nest. Then I realised that she and I have amazingly similar taste in clothes, and that she is really rather cute, and not nearly as frightening as I first imagined. So I named her, and released her with a fond farewell.

There is a point to this post other than waxing lyrical about my emotional connection to anything furry, even if it has eight legs and spinerettes. (I really really need a cat)

So after a mere 2 weeks at the newsagency, I have secured a contract with the University of Canberra. I begin there on the 26th. I am rather excited. The computers at the newsagency are 10 years old, and crash when I type too fast. *blinks* My new job will contain plenty of broken computers, but it will be my job to fix them, so that beats the pants off boring retail.

The next couple of weeks are likely to be quite busy. I have 2 more weeks in the Newsagency, I have to work up the courage to tell my boss that I am leaving him. I feel rather mean, cos he is so nice. Very grandfatherly. On the other hand, he keeps Diva and LOTL in the porn section. *weighs up*
I think I will cope.

Today is for cleaning, and laundry. The Cottage is barely liveable at the moment. (Although, admittedly, my ‘barely liveable’ is anothers ‘pretty clean and tidy’ given the reactions I have had from visitors as I apologise for the mess).