DIY

After an interesting day at work - well, not as much as the work was concerned, but the interaction of my co-workers (good lord, JS is a right know-it-all, and not in the good way that some of my friends are; I wish I could speak better, or rather more fluent, English! She had some German flat bread for lunch *crunch crunch*, man that sound irritated me more than anything. Looking at where it's from, I guessed it was somewhere in Newfiveland, and she went on to check the postcode just to be able to tell me it was actually from Bavaria, how weird is that. Not to speak of how she managed to irritate both the boss lady and idahoswede.) - I went to a DIY Store and got a few colour charts and a tape measure.
For good measure, I got a hammer and a few nails, because you can never go wrong with a good hammer and nails. I also bought a small first-aid kit for when things go wrong after all.

While I was still at work, I got an email from my dad. My parents are going to come over here on June 2nd to help me redecorate my new flat. They are crazy, and I love them dearly. I admit that I have slightly mixed feelings about it - I know from long experience how my parents are when they're working together; furthermore, I am just starting to stand on my own feet and run free after living with my parents my whole life, and I'm afraid I'll fall back into old habits of mind when they're here. On the other hand, they'll be here for a week, and I'll be at work for some of that time (yay for getting two days off at the drop of a proverbial hat), and yes, I miss them, and it'll be good to see them again. Both for me, and for them - they will see that I've settled in, and that I'm doing well.

And they will bring my violin.

Addendum

I want to go to Ikea! *sighs*