Do you still think that way about me now?

Yesterday, it was six months until Christmas Day. Today, it is six months until Boxing Day. I am sure you all appreciate me pointing that out. :P

Also, Broadchurch is awesome. Forget that Australian slag, you can collapse on me any time, DI Hardy! >:DDD

[Edit to add:] ...Why does the 'horny' mood icon have a bloody nose? o.O'

AND I read (ok, skimmed) through all missed entries! Eed's Target ghost, Auntie's fish, Daisy's babysitting Pullips, Spoosh's comic strip, Dava's jury duty, Sparky's school horrors, Kat's Harry Potter fixes, everything!!! All the way back to Foofy's renaming her Frilly Frocks boutique. *collapses*

Nothing interesting happened to me. I did lots of hoovering and ironing and washing and drying clothes. I also did lots of sleeping in until the afternoon and staying up much later than I should have done. I watched news, which I never get to do when I'm in Belfast. I did some reading for uni, but probably not as much as I should have done (it's never as much as I should have done). I FINALLY got to see The Incredibles!!! I now want to be Mirage. *adds to "things I want which only exist in the movies" list* The carpet has been laid in my room. There is no word about whether Mum and Dad's Gran Canaria trip has been booked, and they gave them the dates they wanted back in December. Mum is still reluctant to go and has been looking for any way out she can. We have some minister-in-training shadowing our church congregation (I think this is the part of the course labelled "How not to do it"). Big Cat Week on BBC1 was brilliant as usual. Criminal Intent second season begins Wednesday on Channel 5, which I can't get in Belfast *weeps* but Sharon has promised me she'll tape it for me *rejoices*. The ads they've been using for it plaster a big grin on my face. Bobby's standing in a shadowed corner, going on about how he can read your mind and freak you out, while shots from the programme are projected on to the walls on either side. Sharon said, "He's a creepy man." I said, "Yes he is. That's kinda the point."

And now I'm back in Belfast. I need to do some serious work so I can give Leon something at the end of January. I went today and bought lot and lots of lovely food, except for vegetables, which I'm realising I will have to buy on a day-to-day basis, because I just have no way of keeping it fresh, the fridge is just too small. I now have a George Foreman grill and a DVD player, and also a hot water bottle which doesn't leak. Queen's have a team on University Challenge tonight, trying to get into either the quarter or the semi-finals (I can't remember if University Challenge holds quarter finals or not). Obviously, I'd support Queen's whoever the other team was, but they're up against an Oxbridge college, so of course I want them to thoroughly whup their candy asses!

I have a vague notion for the background milieu for a novel, which has grown out of my Perdita ideas, and which has become attached to a random scrap of writing which I did because I was bored and wanted to write, and I was still buzzing from Blade Trinity at the time, so my original idea for it was kind of vampiry, but this other notion has blown it out of the water. I've also written an opening section for a mystery/police procedural/suspense thriller. I have no idea where the story will go from that, but I really like what I've got so far *marks both down in "things I must do when I finish the PhD" list*

An old alternative-universe version of Criminal Intent has come back to haunt me recently. All tall, dark, strong-looking men with mysterious, angst-ridden pasts are henceforth to be nicknamed "Puppy," because I say so.

I will do some memes some other time because I am hungry and need to go feed myself.