So yesterday was my Birthday, now I am the big Two-Seven. I had a pretty decent day, got some lovely small gifts from Astros family which is really nice as I never expect anything from them. My whole family gave me a $100 and a birthday card, so now I will have to think about something to buy with that, most likely it will just get absorbed into my living/moving fund as mostly anything I am paying for these last few weeks are to do with moving, eating, Christmas.

Last night I had Taco Bill just up the road from where I live, the service was friendly but terrible, the food and company was great. Most Mexican restaurants I go to pretty much suck, the service and food is generally always terrible. However because I LOVE Mexican food I always walk away thinking "I had to go back to a Mexican restaurant soon" even though I am eating icicle fajitas or stone cold oil and beans chili.

I'm cleaning the flat at the moment, it is early for me to be out of bed I'm waiting for the pre, pre-pack people to come around and assess that how much stuff I said I had to move is actually the amount of stuff there is to move, I can't remember if they were coming today or tomorrow morning, if it is today they are now officially 5 minutes late.

I am tired, it is god damn smokey outside and I want to be hanging up washing out there but unless I want those clothes to smell like bonfire I guess there is no point hanging it up.