The Ark

I'm being flooded with guymail on this internet dating service thingumy. Someone advanced the idea that I might be the only female on that thing. But I know that's not the case since I did get approached by a bisexual lady who I think I scared off. Whoops. I was happier still to have scared off the guy who mailed me and I replied with a series of questions including "Do you freak out easily?" Well? You date me, it's a fair question.

Found a new cybercafe that doesn't involve me dragging myself into the centre of London every day. There are a few down sides to it. Firstly, it doesn't have IM either, and I can't use the express bollocks through it. Secondly, no alt-tab feature. Third, no accessible disc drives. I'm trying somewhere else eventually. For the time being, though, this is nice and close to work (being as it is halfway between the hospital and the Tube) so I may try it for a week. So if you want hold of me, mail, guys. Or pick up that funny thing with the handset and the buttons that rings from time to time and dial that really long number.

Work ... is. Not much more to say than that. It's not too scary-hard, it's not too bloody easy and the people are nice. Though the one I have the crush on is leaving tomorrow. For Spain. With her husband. Damn.

Aaaanyway. My mother's supposed to be spending next weekend with me. *shudder*

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