I am achey in one arm from blood tests and the other arm from tattoos...

I R NEEDLE QUEEN!

To briefly expand on that statement, I got a new tattoo on Sunday. It is lovely and brilliant and I loved getting it so much that I nearly dozed off in a little bliss/pain trance on the bench with my hand flung in the dude's lap while he inked my arm. Yummy. And not too pricey either, so I am happy. My laptop fund is slightly less than impressed, but I decided my need for a new computer was not as pressing as my need for a large, blue-shaded diamond on my left arm. Pictures to follow.

The blood tests (ohsomany) are because my stomach pain that I keep whining about but then ignoring finally kicked my arse on Sunday evening, and I was left in agony, collapsed in a heap on the floor, while my long suffering housemate Bethan brought me codeine (mmmmmmmcodeine) and hot water bottles and things. My stomach looked like I'd swallowed a bowling ball. And I may have gotten very sad about these things. So I went back to the doctor, and she asked about the bowel cancer and the suspected food intolerances and stuff and decided to test me for EVERYTHING EVAR. Which also includes another, less pleasant test, involving certain othe bodily functions. Yeah. GROSS.

Um, yeah. And I'm very, very sleepy. But the third collected graphic novel of Buffy season eight arrived today, so I am going to read that until my eyes glue themselves closed and I HAVE to sleep.

I fucking love Neighbours. I can't stand Eastenders at all, but I love Hollyoaks and Neighbours. I like my soaps trashy, unrealistic and chock full of melodrama. I like plane crash tragedies, people faking their own deaths, serial womanisers with one leg, and people missing presumed dead who turn up with memory loss working for the Salvation Army. I like ridiculous teenage drug addicts, late night specials where date rapists get impaled in abandoned fair grounds, schemeing evil wives, and closet gay priests. Who doesn't?

I also have a massive girl crush on Libby Kennedy. I grew up watching the Kennedy family, and my first boy crush was on young Billy. Remember when he asked everyone to call him Bill because it sounded more grown up? Heh, yeah. And my first girl crush? Libby. She's like the amazing older cousin you looked up to as a kid, who always seemed so clever and strong and beautiful and you could never be convinced otherwise, even when she was babysitting in her jogging bottoms and burning your dinner. Even now, I adore her. She can do no wrong.

JKRs prequel-type thing was cool. ( Cut for spoilers )

I also devoured Supernatural: Origins, the graphic novel prequel that follows John Winchester's hunt for the thing that killed his wife. ( Cut for more spoilers! )

ETA: And now I am going to do my ironing and watch the tennis and this makes me very happy indeed. Yay tennis!