Sad Kiwi is... sad

There is nothing worse than coming home from an epic-fail-day at work and being all alone. Normally, I like having the flat all to myself (although the kitchen might hate me by now XD), but I miss people to talk to and laugh with. *sigh* Calling friends is okay, yeah, but around midnight? They would be either drunk or asleep. XD

But, well at least my computer was eagerly waiting for me, the just, loyal, little fellow and provided me with muy (sic!) glee to forget everything about stupid guests, stupid mistakes and stupid... stupidity! ^_^
Now, Captain Jack Harkness smiles at me, lying on my bed, lusting after me, and I think this horrendous day will be followed and concluded by a wonderful night. =) 

On my way to sleeping disorder

- singing "You're so vain"  <3 *snort* (anyone else out there, thinking that John Barrowman would make a perfect young!Gibbs? Oh the  
  hallucianations this late at night...)
- watching the woodlouse crawl up my curtains for the upteenth time 
  (I'm too afraid of going to bed with this monster in my room. Touching and removing it? O_o yeah, as if...)
- combing Sweetie Belle (before the woodlouse can grab a hold of her. Again! ;_;) 
- actually trying to get that fanfic written (whose plotbunny is more like a plotrhinoceros, constantly running against the thin walls of my sanity)