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I am so tired right now that it's not even funny.

And.....as I am watching my way through Buffy the Vampire Slayer (the boxset) I realised that Wentworth Miller (prison break / Ghostwhisperer) is a rather scrawny little highschool swimmer... not a single tat in sight. Still cute though.

In Which There is Love

I hadn't planned to write anything 'lovey' today just because it's Valentine's Day. I don't like the idea that people need a special day to express their love for someone else, it should be a daily occurrence as one day it could be too late. But, I found this video and I thought it was a perfect Valentine's Day Blog. Love is Love and No One, least of all Ken Starr, should be allowed to Divorce (yeah, you read it right) people against their will...


"Fidelity": Don't Divorce... from Courage Campaign on Vimeo.

In Which There's Blood

I went to my GP today to remove a mole that's changed. I wasn't too keen - this was all due to Boyfriend going into his "doctor-mode" and deciding that it needed to be seen by my own GP. I thought I'd have some kind of use of dating a Dr but nooooooo.

So, I had to have some local anaesthetics - don't like needles - and then the Dr did whatever he needed to do. I didn't look, I knew I'd faint if I did so I focused on wriggling my toes and think of things that have hurt more. Being a horserider, you have inevitably been in worse pain - hooves on toes, bites, falling offs, kicks etc etc -but all that have been nicer, if you know what I mean. I've enjoyed it in the way that it's something that you have to deal with if you want to be around horses. I'd definitely take a bit, kick or whatever over another one of this - although it wasn't bad.

It's just that I don't want a scar right there - 4 inches above knee - I know it's silly but it really annoys me...

Im Which I Am Doing Sunday Stuff

I'm on the couch, watching Gilmore Girls on DVD, washing clothes, the dish-washer is on and I ought to go to Tesco Express to get Boyfriend a newspaper, dishwasher tablets and a lollipop. I ought to go now but I can't be bothered at this very moment. I ought to. I really, really ought to.
It would, however, entail me to get dressed and get out of my PJs and Boyfriend's cardigan and I can't be arsed. It's Sunday!