G is back. Yay for sex and cuddles and being brought tea in bed.
I have my first exam in exactly a week. I'm worrying just enough to want to go hide under the duvet and not come out.
I'm on the heel on the second sock. So self-impressed.
Mouse infestation: day whatever, but my landlord is an arse, so I'm moving. After I find a housemate.
I've had a haircut. It's been termed the "post-cancer kylie" look. My hair is now officially brown, so I might have to dye it again.