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Ack, my frickin' nose...I just know if I hanky it too much more my peanut-brain will come out.

Talked to my best bud today and she convinced me to at least have a drink with her for my upcoming birthday. So we're going to go see Batman Begins and have a drink or seven.

I also realised dad is going to be away for my birthday, and that it very much seems like he has totally forgotten about it. How very Eighties Movie Starring Molly Ringwald.
I shall make a little mini-cake after uni, and put a candle on top and sing Happy Birthday, and wear a party hat, and cry, and watch a Johnny Depp film.

Well, we'll try not to let that happen. Monday birthdays suck bad enough without party hats.

Tomorrow, I am going to buy some Ratsak and put little poison packets around the house to see if the mouse will take it. We tried traps but it's a bit smart, this one, and has avoided them very well (props to you, but also poison). I hate to kill animals (unless it's for food when I'm camping) but it leaves little mouse poops everywhere and I'm sick of having to vacuum twice a day. Sorry, mousie. Maybe if I make it a tiny mouse nappy...
Nah. That's just stoopid.