nny | (no subject)

YAY I AM DONE!

I am done with the data entry. I am done (hopefully) with the hand pain (which is good because they won't stop shaking today which is a first.)

I am also done with textages to relieve boredom, which is sad. I am done with squinting sidelong at people with vaguely familiar names and thinking "A clumsy alias, Brian Wayne. I have you now, MWAHAHAHAHA!" or wondering how much trouble I'd get in for changing Rodney MacKay's wife's name to John. I'm done with my ridiculously complex system of working out how successful a marriage is based on passport numbers. I'm done using the insurance phone numbers that I accidentally memorised, and making up happy stories about all the people who were forty, fifty and still living with their parents. Oh, and the ones who were born and still live in the same town, too - I figure they're all world travellers, they just never found somewhere to beat... er... Luton. ¬_¬

Now I'm gonna go eat peanut M&Ms and watch Wilby Wonderful. I reckon I deserve a night off from house hunting.