Ants.

I'm one of those weird people that doesn't have a problem with ants in my room. The thing is, ants come, they pick up your waste, and when there's nothing left, then they fuck off. So, unless they're stealing something tasty that I want, I genuinely have no problem with ants.

Also, recycling doesn't go out until Monday night, so I haven't had a chance to get rid of my empty cans etc. since I got back from hospital. And, also, I move on Tuesday! It's awfully close now, I'm excited.

I saw my keyworker yesterday. Our appointment was for an hour. I didn't realise. I kept getting sidetracked anyways, so the hour actually didn't take all that long. I drew a half-arsed spider on the whiteboard. We're going back to weekly appointments because apparently they thought that we were mostly on top of the mood stuff but clearly not. She asked if I was feeling a little bit euthymic or elevated. I said no . . . because I don't. But apparently I was fidgeting lots and changing subjects fast. Don't know what to think. But don't feel euthymic, so not bothered.

Jetpack Joyride is addictive. I really need to get a wall-charger for my iPod, but I keep forgetting every time I have money and am somewhere that actually sells them, ergo I have to remember to plug it in and charge it from my laptop - which I am sure takes longer than charging it from a wall-charger would take.

I was going to pay Mum back for the cat food that she's got for me (she got it on special at thte supermarket yesterday) but then I decided I like the way the money looks just sitting in my savings account. I got a tax refund, you see. (Hooray for getting back money that was mine to start with lol.) And it has inflated my bank account rather remarkably. I like.

I bought a Big Wednesday ticket. It's jackpotted to 11 million. I would like to win that, oh yes. I am very much doubtful that I will win it, it'll probably just be another waste of $12, but you can't win if you're not in.

Rowena texted me yesterday morning to tell me that a girl was run over and killed sitting down on the motorway. She text me to make sure that I was okay and the girl wasn't me. Clearly it wasn't, for a couple of reasons - one, I'm clearly alive and typing this, and two, I was asleep at the time.

Linny wants biscuits but I don't feel like topping up his bowl.

Must be time for a smoke. Laters peeps.