34. I got a pony from Liam (ok, a Cats in Paris DVD and a windchime, but I’m calling it a pony), some phonecalls from other people, all my old DVDs and books back from Owen and an executive ball scratcher from Jamie. Justin got a ticket for parking in my visitor bay and everyone else got filled with pizza, so it wasn’t all bad. So yesterday I felt crappy and stayed home, this morning I was up at 5 and in the office for 7 and now I want to kill Poplar HARCA who changed the parking scheme at home and didn’t tell me. Apparently I have to buy a book of scratchcards if I want visitors to come stay. How shit is that? Apparently they also asked residents what they wanted and I knew nothing of it. Grr.