stuffy stuff

A lot of the social workers are off sick at work, as well as my immediate boss, so I am v. busy. I hope they're recovered before the staff dinner on Friday, which I'm pretending is not for Christmas atall but is in honour of my birthday, which is on Thursday. I am going to be the grandly advanced age of 23. (I would add an 'omg' but I'm trying to wean myself off.)

It is scary to be properly grown-up. Especially as four hours ago I had to be physically restrained from buying a remote control talking dalek inWoolworths.

Argh. marymac's laptop has fiddly wee keys. I keep having to go back and put spaces in.

I need to write Fred/Anya fic involving monster trucks. First must look up on google what monster trucks are, as my vast knowledge of that one episode of House and that one episode of The Simpsons isn't being useful...

Sort me omg! (that one slipped in)