Terror, hope, love

So I’ve got an interview with Sun tomorrow at 1.40 in Linlithgow. And of course the agency sent it to my btopenworld address, which left me screaming about Hotmail losing it and going mental at everybody.

Karina phoned me. Accidentally, admittedly, but got her number now. I really should text her back.

We won the Millers pub quiz. Another one bites the dust. I think we won by about eight points in the end too. Jayjay stole the money (forty bucks!) but I’ll reclaim it from her hide at some point.

I had ace curry.

(Editing posts might not be very ethical, but I’m not leaving some stupid rant up here forever.)

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