I had a very odd dream last night. It was my wedding day, and there I was standing in the registry office (exactly as I did). Except this time I turned round and said "Sorry guys, this isn't going to work", grabbed my dad's car keys and drove back up to Wolverhampton. Then I walked into work and asked Richie and Phil to cut and bleach my hair. They said they would, but I had to talk Thomas down from on top of one of the 3 for 2 tables first. So I talked Tom down and then they made me look like Marilyn Monroe - funky white dress and all.
I'm sure there's all sorts of things that can be read into that one! I did nearly buy some hair dye today, but then I decided that it would be safer to have it done properly. So tomorrow I'm going to ring the hairdressing college and find out a) how much it would cost, and b) if they'll fix it if one of the students gets it horribly wrong.
I'm so looking forward to my day off tomorrow. I don't have a lot planned, just to catch up on all the tv I've taped (Doctor Who, Mayo and New Tricks) because I've been doing other things when it's been on. I also need to finish watching Sin City. I've got a food shop being delivered between 4 and 5, but other than that I'm not tied to times. I really should try and go to bed early as I do need the sleep, but since I can sleep-in in the morning I shall go to bed when I'm really sleepy as then I'll drop straight off rather than lying there for ages.
I even went and updated my profile on Friends Reunited today, I'd been putting it off because I couldn't work out what to put without it sounding like a rant but I think I got it ok in the end.
Right, Warcraft is calling....Daggers? Check. Crossbow? Check. Deadly Poisons? Check.