The Wife used up the last of the milk this morning and didn't let us know, so we didn't pick up any today at the shop. I have to drink my Earl Grey without milk. I want a divorce.

I'm tired, Plurk. But Moonday. So I only have to wait until tomorrow evening to watch TW. You can tell I love my girlfriend.

Plurk, hold me. The job I got two weeks ago told me I wasn't good enough and got rid of me today. I have four weeks to find a new home, and I have to pay £100 of the money I /just got/ to The Wife's parents.

Today is the last day I have to finish The Wife's coat for tomorrow. -rolls sleeves-

{Teen Wolf} NOPE.

Right. After the shift from hell, six hours' sleep and another mean shift, I've still managed to cut out and pin an entire jacket, rip the sleeves out of the lining and alter them and the arm-holes to fit.

Right. That is it. I'm making my lovely's jacket because I love her and it's V-day soon, but I am doing absofuckinglutely nothing else that looks like work until Wednesday.

{Cosplay} It takes a mile longer to do anything, but I find hand-sewing therapeutic.

It is not remotely cool that I have to fork out £30 for a stick-on bra in my cup size, when a size smaller is about £5, max.

Can I just talk about Teen Wolf for a moment? (Spoilers)