Daylight savings. OWHY.

Daylight savings is a stupid idea. I mean, not that I'm going to lose any sleep over it, that's not my nature. But it's a damned stupid concept. Let's move an hour, to make the days seem longer! You know what? Let's not. The only thing we change is the damn clocks. Cows still need milking at the same time, etcetera, etcetera. It's just a stupid idea. And we have a weirdly long daylight-saving period here since a couple of years ago, when they decided to shift the changes from roughly March and labour-weekendish to April and September/beginning of October. The weather will not be properly spring-feeling for quite some time yet. Stupid government concepts that nobody wants to change.

Also, fleas. Linny has a flea collar and Cheeky was recently deflead, but I'm still getting itchy bites, so either they're in my bed or I, myself have fleas. Positive, yeah.

I did eventually get to poop but I still feel weird about it at the moment. It's just one of those things.

I feel like cutting and I'm not sure why. I feel good about myself and I feel good about life. I haven't cut for a month or so (not uncommon these days, I often go quite long periods without cutting and without really thinking about it), so I don't think just plain old addiction is a factor. I haven't been smoking much, because I just don't feel like it. Me and nicotine have a strange relationship. I just don't seem to find it as addictive as other smokers do. Sure, if I haven't smoked for a few days, I'll crave one, but if I don't get one, I don't start going into withdrawal or anything, which I find odd, considering at times I'm quite a heavy smoker - as much as a pack a day at some times. But yeah I've been getting the urge to cut. And not just cut, but absolutely mangle. Destroy. Not to kill myself. I just don't actually get why.

I read all of my books. I'm half-way through the fourth Harry Potter book but I'm not quite ready to return to Harry Potter yet, I read it too frequently. It's more winter reading anyway, so at least for a while I won't be. And I've read all of my Stephen King books, and even worse, most of them recently. I read the Wind Singer trilogy recently too, I still remember too much of the plot to enjoy it. Curse my good memory. I guess I'll need to go to the library on Monday, although the local library isn't that great with adult fiction. I'm thinking I should experiment with more Terry Pratchett, I enjoyed Thief of Time, and the writing style was similar to that of Douglas Adams, whose work I enjoy immensely.

And I need to make my bed but my cat's asleep on it. He'll get shifted eventually, because comfort is paramount when you spend a lot of time laying in bed awake, but until then, I'll let him snooze.

Can't wait for our washing machine to be fixed up and working properly. I still have AT LEAST two loads of washing that need doing in order to clear my floor. I'm against putting dirty clothes in drawers and cupboards, hence they are on the floor, because my washbasket overflowed some weeks ago. Woe is me.

It's my Dad's birthday tomorrow and Nana's on Monday. I gave Nana her present on Wednesday when I went to Mum's for Mum's birthday. I haven't got anything for Dad but I'll text him, and I'll do the same for Grandad on Tuesday. People in my family have really got to start carrying around protection during Christmas and New Year's celebrations, there are far too many birthdays too close together for my liking.

Anyway yeah.