Yep, no writing done today. To be fair it was a half day, I woke up at 11 after my outing last night.
I've found out that my two shelves I keep my ROH DVDs has run out of space. It was only a matter of time. There's already four more to fit and yeah, no hope of that.
Foxtel went screwy last night right before Impact, so I suppose I'll have to somehow tape that Tuesday before heading to work, then Secret Santa drinks, then sneaking out for trivia.
Found a rat downstairs, very slowly trying to scavenge around the dog food. Caught it in a bucket and then put in the laundry tubs before getting my Dad to...I don't know what he did to it. He says it probably ate the poison they set out for them. I didn't know they even had poison out. It's one of those stupid things that I fucking hate. I had a mouse and two rats as pets and I loved the little buggers. And then there's this cute palm-sized grey thing with tiny whiskers and perfect little toes, and yet Mum and Dad deliberately set out something that would kill this little thing from the inside out. And I can understand they don't want these little rodents running about but there has to be some better way than having some tiny thing internally bleed to death or suffocate and then have my dog sniff the thing and decide to eat it.
Argh. I'm going to bed.
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