Nap over. Pizza in Oven

I really hate that time after you put a pizza in the oven, where you're waiting for it to be ready so you can put it in your mouth. The problem with "pizza limbo" (as I believe is the technical term for this time period) is that if you start doing something (like writing in your blog for example) you're bound to either lose track of time, and the pizza will end up burnt, or forget about the pizza entirely, and it will be cremated.

2 new worries have started since the whole shoes thing, and I don't know how much attention I should pay them - firstly there's a little orange light that's started blinking at me on my laptop. I don't like little orange lights, especially blinky ones, they're usually a bad omen.

The other thing is that I bought some new hair gel today so that I can look all manly groomed for when Marisa gets here, but it's called "Fish!" hair gel. Styling products in general are fairly traumatic for me, and now I've just thrown the whole situation on its head by buying something called "Fish!". Why did I do that?

I also bought Lynx Africa deodorant because the Click one has left me psychologically scarred after the other day.

T - a bit.

Less than a day until Marisa gets here! I can't believe the moment is nearly here! As always though, of course I've had a nightmare trying to wrangle the car off my sister. It's typical, I stay at friend's houses in Leeds 3 times a week so that She can use the car, but the one time I want to use it (even though I've told her at least 2 weeks in advance that I'll need to use it), it's like getting blood from a stone. Actually, that would probably be easier.

So at least I think my room is all ready. I don't know... I've never had to deal with more than 1 pair of shoes in my room before now, and suddenly there's gonna be like 12! I've made as much space as I can, but who knows how much space is enough for that many pairs? I feel like Steve Martin in Cheaper By The Dozen (never ever see that movie). It's a point I'm stressing over probably more than strictly necessary to be honest - maybe I could devise some crazy shoe hanging contraption so that I could keep them on the ceiling or something. But that would mean that Marisa would never be able to reach them. So maybe we could keep the shoes on the floor, and we'll strap ourselves to the ceiling to sleep instead. That might work.

I think I need a nap before work now, otherwise I feel like I'm gonna fall asleep at the wheel on the way to Leeds. Last night was one of those bastard nights where the place is empty until 10pm and then 200 people walk through the door all at once. I thought we were never going to get out of there alive!