I am a little paint-stained. A little paint-stained what? A little paint-stained person! Although only a blind (wo)man could call me little. The paint is orange and the living room is almost finished. This is the problem with broadband! Always a-calling. I am on my lunch break, eating breakfast cereal, watching Eastenders, talking to you. This is Multimedia Neuro. I am quite excited at the prospect of having a living room that you can sit in, and maybe read a book in. There won't be a television in it, or much furniture, but there will definitely be an old stained suite of furniture that my sister in law gave me. Ugly, but comfortable. I am currently looking at an ad for Land of Leather and their clearance sale, which is allegedly bursting with bargains. They're offering me one leather couch for one sum of seven hundred euros. I am looking in my wallet and wondering if they will accept a handful of foreign coins, euro coppers (non-policing) and a bunch of Tesco vouchers. I am guessing what the answer will be.

It's so hard being white trash.

CAREER UPDATE

Second interview for Good Job^TM with Desirable Company^TM on Thursday Morning^TM. Wish me luck. And now: leisure time terminated, paint time resumed. Behave yourselves.

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