Uneventful, Really.

I've just managed to haul myself out of bed, get showered and dressed, breakfasted and I've even made myself look semi-presentable. And now, I am lying sprawled across my bed with my blind down and my floor covered in a heap of clothes considering whether I'll do anything productive with my day. Answer: unlikely.

I can't even inspire myself to cook some lunch. I am out of ideas for what to make.

Despite this, I'm in a good mood. I watched another four episodes of Smallville last night. I'm bordering on obsession.

Oh, and I still haven't found out what happened to make all those police cars and the helicopter congregate on (and above) my street. I've looked on the bbc news website and so far, nothing. I'm sure it will be in the local paper but thats only weekly so it will take ages to find out.

I need to make some plans for this evening. There is nothing worse than sitting at home past 6 o clock when you've just spent the whole day being lazy and going nowhere.

I created a livejournal account (yes, I gave in). I spent about an hour trying to think up a username that didn't involve any numbers or xx000 things (it just makes it feel really impersonal) or one that I'd be ashamed of in a few days time. Urgh. None I wanted were available. In the end, I created scarlet_dahlia. Not really me, but better than a lot of things I could have chosen.

Anyway, I'm off to let my livejournal account piss me off. I'm looking for layouts.