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I'd forgotten that radio's easier to listen to in the wee sma's, when there's no bloody DJs to piss me off.

Kind of reminds me of years ago, summers before and after sixth year, staying up most of the night sitting in the lounge with a book and some paper and the radio playing softly. Or the telly, of course, but we didn't have cable or ocht and there's only so much shite you can watch.

Kinda nice.

Oh, fuck me! Forget that! Song that just came on's fuckin' Take That! Oh, hell's bells...

cleavage!

Bra arrived. I'm not sure how well it fits, because I can't remember how plunge bras are supposed to fit, but it's not too small which is a blessing. So. Yes. I'm sitting here being impressed by the cleavage this thing is giving me.

So now I just have to start doing the things I have planned to do for today. Which is not that much of a burden, I suppose, since a large part of it is to watch specific eps of Angel, but before that I have to leave the house, which is effort. And later I'm going to cook, and stuff. Honest.