I am not panicking.

I am not panicking.

There's a random nest of some sort of creepy insect living in the bin we inherited. I am not panicking.

There's a random smell in the kitchen that must, surely, have a source...but I cannot find it. I am not in any way shape or form indulging in panic.

I have no money. Not worried, nope.

I cannot get the internet for another (excuse me while I count on my fingers) five to six days. No panic here. This is a panic free zone.

You know what I need? I need to hot-foot it down to Blockbuster and rent me some pretty lady movies (no, not those sorts of pretty lady movies). I think a tub of chocolate ice-cream and two hours of Jodie Foster/Diane Lane/some other of my celebrity crushes would do me the world of good.

Actually...you know what I really need? To leave here right now because of just checked the time and my parking ticket ran out two minutes ago. Damn! Damn this wonderful newly discovered cyber cafe with it's comfortable chairs and high-speed connections and keyboards that make that lovely muted 'thuck-thuck' sound, so unlike my keyboard that goes 'CLACK-CLACK'.

You know when you're addicted to the internet when you realise that you have to go but you finish your blog entry anyway.

Sigh.