I went to Spotlight and bought myself a pile of 10cm cuts of drill; I like it better for quilts that get taken on holidays because it's tougher than quilting cotton. Also, at this moment in time, the colour range is better in drill than it is in Prima.
I went to see a friend for an hour or so, then I got started with my actual plans for the night: First world problems night.
I organised it with one of the girls from work earlier, when we decided that first world-ing your problems, as long as you did it with a suitable amount of self awareness, was the best way to realise your life is actually pretty good. I started about 7pm, posting them on the hour...
I feel like going to the gym, but there's too many people there in the early evening.
Two computers running next to one another, with two mice and two keyboards. I keep getting confused.
Massive pimple on my neck, so I look like I've been bitten by a redneck vampire with only one buck fang.
My DVD box set doesn't have enough commentaries. Sixteen episodes and only three commentaries :( all done in 2 hours...
I'd really really like some fairy bread, but I make it with the sprinkles that are like little sticks of candy, and all we have in the house are 100s and 1000s, and it's just not the same.
Just had a massive freak out that there was some kind of hulking monster just outside the back door, but it turned out to be my 9-year-old sister's 4 wheeler.
I can't type an é - I have to google the word Nestlé and copy and paste it off the end.
One pillow is not high enough, two pillows is too high.
I actually cheated and came up with a whole heap of them ahead of time, but in the end, I didn't use any of them, instead thinking to myself each hour what was annoying me most. And clearly, yeah, my life's pretty good.
It would be cooler though, if I could rock this hair. And if I could just put the actual picture here, instead of having to link it.