20th December 2002
It's 3.10am, I should be in bed.
But I'm not.
The sandman has yet to arrive.
In the morning I'll have to accompany me mum to a warehouse sale to pick up a few 'necessities'. If ever at warehouse sales that occurs.
This would be a good time to pick up some makeup and have someone else pay for it. Although my conscience tells me that is it illegal to add any more makeup to that overstuffed drawer of mine. Which brings me to the question... when will I ever finish all the makeup I have? And also, will I ever walk out with that much makeup on a day to day basis? The answer to that is a simple no.
Then why do I keep buying? It's a shoppaholic thing. Although I wish it was a less expensive habit to keep.
My spine is acting up again. It's been rather well behaved today, considering it's only aching now at 3 in the morning. Nevertheless, we know what is instigating this horrid behaviour...too much time spent on the laptop. *slaps hands* bad girl.
Something productive to note. I cleared part of my table today. No need for the applause now. It's amazing what you find in piles of mess. My finds:-
- my a-levels cert (which means I have to apply for a transfer now)
- my rechargeble batteries
- mag with a guide to 10 mind blowing sexual positions (if you were a trapeze/gymnast, or had no limbs)
- a promo cd with rather good tracks on it
*yawn* the sandman's here. Need energy to fight off the ol' geezers in line tomorrow. It's going to be boxing day 6 days early. Which reminds me, I've not sent any cards out. And am too broke to even afford material for handmade pressies. This is perhaps going to be my poorest Christmas yet...not if I can help it. *looks at bank blueprint*.
