UnBahleeted.

I had bahleeted teh entry, but I changeded my minds.

Here's me now. Or, a few hours ago. But close enough to now. Exciting, yes? No.

Oh, and you know you're pale when there's a tiny hole in your jumper, and your skin shows through, and someone asks if that's a white shirt or your skin.-

Huh.

I've just determined that I cannot both play Bejewelled and pee at the same time. One or the other. Blast!

And I smoke too fucking much these days.



ETA: Meme stolen from leila82.

1. Grab the nearest book. (Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.)
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.

Granny murmured, "Your heart, Murdo." He cast her a furious look, but, still breathing heavily, said nothing for a minute or two.

Alene Templeton's A Mixed Blessing from Scottish Girls About Town.