So, let's see. I marathoned season 2 and half of 3 of Voyager over two days. One of the cats is in season for the first time, and as the only male in the flat, it's been disturbing at best; she keeps presenting herself to me, and when Gemma and I have sex she sits outside the bedroom door mewling like I've never heard before. It's seriously fucking embarrassing.
It's my thirtieth birthday in a few weeks. I've subtly hinted that I want some kind of tech; either a new laptop or a new tablet. I suspect I'll go to Plan C: convince Gem to get herself a new laptop and give me her old one for my birthday. On the other hand, I have a suspicion that she plans on grabbing me a Kindle Fire - which will do me nicely.
This evening me and Gem's grandkids played some word games. It was good. I think I'm taking to this whole "family" deal quite well.
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