Grr, now my Mum tried to unpack a bag of mine that was full of stuff from when we moved. No, don't touch my stuff. I don't care that you're my mother, don't touch my stuff. I hate people going through my stuff. It's MINE, and when it's a bag that I haven't even looked in for two or three months, I don't know what's in there and for all I know, there could be something I don't want Mum seeing. I don't know what I'd have that I don't want Mum seeing ... but it's still a possiblity, just like how I don't want her to look in my second drawer of the cabinet my TV's on, because that drawer's full of Bibles and I don't know how she'd react or what she'd think. Knowing me, I'd probably have some stupid thing I wish I'd never wrote lying at the bottom of the bag staring right at her to find. Bloody hell. Grr, I still have some letters I never sent to Lily. I would throw them away, but that seems to be too good for them. I think I'll burn them and invite all my friends. Wait, I only have one friend to invite. How depressing is that?
And totally randomly changing the topic, yesterday arvo I got a book of Hitch-Hikers Guide To The Galaxy 1-4. Shame I couldn't find 5, but yay, I now have 3 and 4! I love 3. Life, The Universe, And Everything rocks so far. Douglas Adams was a genius.
I finished Nineteen Eighty-Four last night. When I first finished it, I felt let down by the ending, but I don't any more. Fascinating book, that was. I enjoyed it.