Buck buck, buckaaawwww

Tomorrow I am going to my first ever ‘hen’ thing. It’s not really a hen night because we’re starting in the evening afternoon, and I’m really glad there has been no mention of silly t-shirts or fake feather boas.

I’m dying to keep going on my crafting and computering (outside of work, CSI and House, that’s all I do) — who knew what I thought was relatively simple crocheting could take so long — I guess it’ll have to be Sunday when I rotate between stiff fingers from holding the hook for too long, or tired eyes from staring at the screen for too long.

My life ain’t too interesting, so how come there’s so damn much to do?