Aunt Irma comes to stay...

And Aunt Irma makes me a very angry lady.

Okay; she's not a real person. 'Aunt Irma' is a pseudonym for one's 'time of the month'. She makes me irrational; though most of my livid ramblings have had some sort of point and purpose behind them... the new graphics card I purchased yesterday at a 'marked down bargain' price of £89.99 is too fast for my PC, so most of the morning was spent screaming obsanities at the BIOS. After hours of aformentioned screaming and tinkering the computer is thankfully now not plaguing me with the Blue Screen Of Death, but instead going at a dead snail's pace.

Which undoubtedly will come in handy while I'm trying to scrape a portfolio together.

My first interview is on the 20th of February; and I have nothing done. The convention documentary is not editing together very quickly...

And the box for the graphics card snapped the nail right off my right index finger. My perfectly manicured nail I spent AGES growing and...manicuring.

THE BLOODY BASTARD.