I make a useless Young Person

Am currently curled up on the sofa, snuggling in as much as possible to avoid the cold, all because Sister is finishing her art homework for college and does not like being downstairs on her own at night.

I'd actually have a chance of falling asleep here if the arm of the sofa currently digging into my back wasn't so uncomfortable.

And for the hell of it, updates in the life of me:
-- will be making enquiries into local TEFL courses next week; about fucking time.
-- have booked tickets to visit the uncle in Leeds for four days in just under three weeks.
-- watched the House season premiere; was decidedly underwhelmed.
-- claim to make 100 Garak/Bashir icons for scifi100 has been accepted.
-- have been plotting tagteaming of Ocarina of Time (aka Best Computer Game Ever) with digitaljessie; in the immortal words of Cutthroat Bitch, "it's gonna be awesome".
-- am taking perverse delight in trying to invite random members of the Dad's family to the panto production the Mother is unofficial (until agm) wardrobe mistress of; so far the grandparents have signed up.

Sister is now being almost uncharacteristically polite in explaining what she has left to do until she, and by proxy I, can go go bed. Possible she has realised what me curling into the sofa at a rate of knots means.

Tired. Want to go sleepy now.