Eternity.

If I had to spend eternity in Hell doing one household chore, I'd choose the washing. Except when there are ants (ANTS!!!!!!) crawling all over the knickers my sister left on the floor.

Sorry for that, really I am.

I'm trying to get back to writing, but I can't think of anything worth writing about. Steppy seems to think I should write a true-crime novel set in London. How would omgsuperhotgay!orli and sexybutdorky!elijah fit into that? *snork*

Oh, and about that 'intelligent conversation' I promised: I lied. XD