My new armchair, photo taken on my old Nokia 6101 — the armchair arrived 2 weeks early!
The background is blurred in the attempt to hide my messy bed and embarrassing X-Files pictures on my wardrobe. The black thing on my bed is a beanbag on its way out of the room.
Not exactly catalogue quality, but Jafer asked for a photo!
This was waiting on a chair — not mine — this morning:
There was also a long USB cord that hung between the bulb and the ceiling lamp where that bulb is from… Apparently some of the tech guys were a bit bored the night/evening before (so I heard).
A crocodile-shaped lollipop holder gets its share of jokes, too. (For a long time there was a rotten-ish mandarin/tangerine in its mouth. That was around the time when there was some grief with our Chinese vendor.)
Look what Mum found on our backyard, tanning itself (or freaking out) in the corner of a window ledge.
I’ve been busy doing anything but what I should be doing. I should be doing a lot. I have a database application due in two weeks (I’ll get it done — please don’t wish I get it done or I’ll go nuts) which will require many nights of coding (but I’ll love it when I get the inspiration), and I’ve been trying to decide if I should contact the prospective new working place this week or next. Apparently I already have a contract for the project job, June and July, even though I wasn’t supposed to get paid in June. Bah. I know it’s just an evil scheme to keep me in the project; they’ll never allow me to do the extra month.
So, not much else. I finished reading Bare Bones today. It was horribly translated! With books like that I remember why I read in English even though it doesn’t do good to my Finnish vocabulary. I should try reading books by actual Finnish authors some day. I’m just afraid they’re all bad.
Picture time at last!!
Yummm
Amadeus and his favourite pastime — as if his breath wasn’t bad enough
Sorry about the purple background; different theme was in use back then…
Here’s Amadeus at 8 weeks old, just before he arrived here.
That’s not my hand, it’s my sister’s.
There he is. And on Friday he’ll be here.