I dripped coloured inks down the page for some reason. Seemed like a good idea at the time. Nice poem though.
Spent the day looking at sheds with Mum. My life is sheer excitement.
No job yet, still. Had an interview with Pets at Home recently, which was quite an experience. Didn't get the job, but just as well really, since I remembered that I am now scared of mice and other small, fast-running thingy's.
Another job interview on the 19th, but waiting to hear about a job at the hospital, which would suit me better. That's the one that I want, that is the wu-hun, woo-hoo-hoo, honey, the one that I want.