Foodtown makes great muffins. I especially like the rhubarb crumble and the black berry. They have a bit of a processed taste, like those instant cakes you buy in boxes, but that's okay. They are moist and sweet. I can make muffins, mine are nice but heavier than these. David loves my spicey apple muffins. I love Foodtown muffins. --------

I bought a desk. It's a big, rimu desk. Maybe an accountant or a manager owned it once years and years ago. It has ink stains in the drawer. I used to have a drawing board laid flat for my computer desk. That was okay so long as I didnt want to open a book or write anything down etc, but inevitably, a person does want to open a book or type from another document, and I need the room. So I bought this desk from the second hand store. It's a bit nippy, my knees tell me. I'm going to go to bed shortly and read a bit before going to sleep. I'm quite sleepy, to tell you the truth. That milo and bag of vanilla marshmellows hasn't helped to perk me up at all. Don't tell me refined sugars are losing their ability to ressurrect my personality *gasps* Oh Lord, then what will I do? Nothing I planned to do today I did. Except take possession of my new desk, and wash my clothes - I didnt dry them though so technically you can't say I did my laundry, which is what I was supposed to do - my laundry. The Warrent of Fitness I need to drive my car on the road I still don't have. I am so vague lately. Got that whole airy-fairy thing going on. Last night I dreamed I was pregnant. Not big and round and hard stomached pregnant, but tiny peanut-just-conceived pregnant. I can't remember how or who, I do remember thinking it wasn't the best of timing but I was happy to have this happen - I must like the father or... maybe it's a dream about the birth of a new idea? nothing to do with babies at all, which would explain how a sexually inactive person could become pregnant. hmm. So, yes, anyway, in my dream, I was knitting, and I was digging out old unfinished cross-stitching projects telling everyone I was "nesting". The two clear things I remember about the dream were the kernal-like knowledge that I was pregnant and Mags saying - on my nesting comment - "oh for goodness sakes, you've only been pregnant two minutes". --------

I have a head ache in my eyeball. Nothing serious, just weird. I've worked 12 hours today. Renaissance phoned to say my CD Writer had arrived in stock so I high-tailed it over there to get my muchawaitedbaby, but alas alack, when I got back I found the invoice lied and the CD-R's were not in the box so it has to go back. That's okay, I am patient. I'm buying a box and motherboard, PIII 500mgz chip and a 32mb graphics card off my boss. Gonna rape and pillage my 233 and have a nice little beastie on my hands. I'll put the writer into that, and seeing as I can't buy the box from the boss until he purchases new hardware for my NEW (work new) computer, I shall just wait. He's hiring another staff member who will get my computer and I will get a more powerful one with a better video capture card so I don't have to kick him off his everytime I need to capture video, plus, we just need more stuff *nods* Things are ticking along hunkydoryish for the most part. Work is okay-ish. Communication between staff members leaves a lot to be desired but I get information eventually. My eyes hurt too. I wonder if it's sinus kinda deal going on in my face. I might just be tired, but no, I feel reasonably perky considering the long day. OH.. I had my hair cut yesterday.. quite short again. Coloured to soften the harder blonde I had last time. I am really too old to be blonde, well.. light blonde. This is more my dark blonde with warm bits and irish creamy bits. Sound nice? It's nice. I couldn't style my hair out of a wet paper bag but last night, coming home from the hairdressers, I looked fabulous. She said I could just wake up and smoosh it down and it'd be fine today but on waking I found it looked more like a firecracker had gone off in my hair. So I washed it and it's back to it's froofy self. I finally got around to buying a new toothbrush and toothpaste and mouth rinse for work. I really hate not being able to brush my teeth during the day. I already replaced the cake soap with pump antibacterial stuff with Vit.E for moisturising. I am particular about washing my hands. I hate picking up dirty soap. It's okay at home because its my soap and my germies, but at work, well. I just don't like the colour of the soap either. So to make a long boring story long and boring. Now I can clean my hands and brush my teeth and I feel better for that. You know I buy Ferrari cars? Little ones. Hot Wheels and MatchBox and Burago. I was worrying in the weekend because, well, you guys must know me by now well enough to know that while I buy these little cars I would never open the packet and play with them (I was considering buying one of those mats with the road patterned in the carpet.. but then I would need a train set so I didnt get the mat). Where was I? oh yeh.. so I was beginning to think that maybe I was being silly and I should rip open all the boxes and take the cars out and to hell with the scratches *gulps - don't believe i just said that*. Simon assured me I was mad, and that they looked cool in their boxes. Either he understands me well enough or we are too much alike. Either way, I felt less alone and stroked the boxes containing my scaled Ferraris. --------