First I'd like to thank whoever it was who not once but twice tried to get into my blogger account, did you not realise that when you request the password it emails ME?? twat.
So I'm house sitting for the week and trying not to worry. (Those are two separate things)
The house sitting is nice, especially since they have a trampoline in the garden and I can leap about on it. Lovely Jubbly. Not so much jumping about today though, as the sun could bake you to the pavement so I'm hiding indoors.
I hate summer.
The trying not to worry part is because I seem to have nothing to worry about. And that worries me because I worry about not having something to worry, because I must have missed something, so rare is it for me to have nothing to worry about. So I'm trying to relax a bit and enjoy my break. And not worry. Which is hard.
On a plus note the house I'm staying at has cable so I'm "most haunted" every night at midnight. Except last night which was like most haunted-athon night and I had 2 and a half hours of the ranting mental nonsense.
I really don't think anything beats Yvette Fielding shitting her pants in the dark.
"Did you hear that creak?!?!?!?!?!?!?"
hahahahaa
Run Fielding Run.
*snigger*
