I was out there chillin' with my dog in the park

Goat crowned King of Ireland. And wouldn't ya know, its all Puck's fault. Heh.

Ireland is the best thing ever, I swear.

I have had a productive day. Apart from being very relieved every time it occured to me that yes, I do actually have today off (what's up with only having one day off this week, I ask you?), I actually spent the time cleaning and assembling furniture. Go me! I now have a bedside cabinet and a chest of drawers; the latter is already full of baby things. Next week I shall attempt the wardrobe part of the ensemble, then put the cot together and I will be all ready for young Scribble to turn up! It's a hell of a relief to be getting the practical stuff out of the way. Then I can start panicking about the actual kid in earnest.

Blah. Work tomorrow so I have to crash.

/pointlessness

ETA: Also! Just wanted to say, am loving Heroes. It's ace! Hiro is my favourite, I think. Or Clare. Don't like Peter much. And...bugger. I've just remembered that I meant to start watching Supernatural tonight and forgot. Bugger.

And currently reading High Fidelity as it was on TV last night. I remember now why the book bothered me the first time I read it, about ten years ago. For the most part, its funny and insightful and everything but then, towards the end, it always dawns on me that I can't stand Rob. He's mean and completely self-absorbed and selfish and childish and boring and I really just want to throw things at him.

But I'll finish it again because there's only about two chapters left. Nick Hornby is a great writer. But he's like Ian McEwan for me - there are things about the styles of these two authors that just really sets me on edge. I can't just relax and melt into their books. There is always a character or two who grates on my nerves so much that I'm annoyed to the point of unbearable distraction.