Oh Dear...

Last night's dream involved evil alien green slime trying to take over the world by kidnapping June Whitfield.

Any thoughts??

Random...

I am in what could be a random mood tonight; shoulder has been playing up all day, so I currently smell of embrocation (wanna sniff?) and have hit the Naproxen (imported in a fit of curiosity from Walgreens). The niiiice warm feel of the embrocation is just hitting in. Russ is off out at a drag caberet evening in Nottingham, thence Spiders. I could do with an evening's fur watching in Spiders again, soon.

So, the project for the weekend is to try and tidy up the computer room. Piles of bills and boxes have been accumulating over the months, to such an extent that bombsite only begins to describe this room.

But, knowing me, I'll find something 1000 times more fun to do.