Somewhere in england, an old couple is cursing my name

I tried calling Katy when I got home today, as usual. Except, this time, things didn't go as planned. For a while there, I thought i was in an episode of the twilight zone. I kept calling her number, except I never got her. I got a fax machine, some random bloke, and an old couple who didn't understand a thing I was saying. I finally called Bell, to be told that there's an unknown bug in the switching system that's mucking up comminucations with the UK. Niiiiiiiice. The operator managed to connect us, but instead of the nice cheapie rate from the calling cards, this was full-on Bell goodness, so we couldn't talk as much. Blergh.

It was kinda ok though, cause I had a counter full of dishes that had been slowly evolving sentience that I had to battle with. I managed to get rid of most of it, but my patience finally ran out after 2 hours. I still have the cutlery to do, blergh.

Spent the night watching TV and brushing enough fur out of Boris to make myself a spare cat, with a set of kittens on the side. Speaking of brushing, I just brushed my teeth. Now this in itself might not be newsworthy, but I had to go buy a new toothbrush cause Boris licked mine yesterday. I decided to splurge a bit and buy an electric one – they were only 10$. Yes, I admit it, I'm a commercial whore and I'm the bitch of Oral-B, but it was FUN!

Off to bed now, tired.