IKEA here I come
Yes it’s that time of year again when one needs some Swedish flat-packed goodies. I myself quite enjoy the feeling of distraction when you’re walking around Ikea, it’s best not to resist it. Just let it suck you in and before you know it you’re got half the store in your hatchback. Lovely
Bad thing happened yesterday. I dropped my mp3 player and the touchpad stopped working. And some of the buttons. I am so entirely pissed off with myself for that. Dad is attempting to fix it but I dunno. The music still works, its all there, it’s just the controls aint hockey. 
I can’t afford to buy another one! This sucks.
We had a jolly time at Queen’s Head beer festival last night, I actually didn’t plan to go out at all then all of a sudden there I was. I tried some random pint of cider that tasted really nice at first then I realised about 3/4s of the way through it smelled of old cheese. Llololol. I was more confused that I didn’t even notice the smell at first. My nose had stopped working, probably. snigger
My mum acted like a TEENAGER last night, I feel dissapointed that she took my place in the immaturity ranking, I thought only I was allowed to have stupid fun? She went to a leaving party in the HOSPITAL Staff Room, where a group of 35+ year old lab staff proceeded to shout rude things over the tannoy system, then steal a laundry cage on wheels, made the boss sit in it then wheeled him out of the hospital, across the road, underneath the A38 underpass and into the PUB. WHAT THE HELL!
No fair!
Anyhoo messrs and messeses, i must depart for IKEA. wish me luck. Hey I need some of those eye patches like shire horses to block my peripheral vision, then I won’t get distracted by the crazy Swedish designs. Wooo!
xxx