It was past midnight. There I was, curled up in a pile of blankets, almost asleep with a book on my face (Animal Husbandry, for those who wish to know). My seven pillows and numerous stuffed animals placed strategically to scare off anyone who wished to rob me of my sanity. Suddenly, I heard a creaking noise. I ignored it and flipped over, only to hear it again a few seconds later. It seemed like someone/something was creeping around in my house! I got out of bed and tiptoed to my door, dragging Mango protectively along with me. Opening the door a crack, I heard the noise again. Eek. Then I realised only when I moved did the sound appear. heh. So I did a sort of half jig and woke the people living downstairs when I realised the new bra i'd got creaked. Interestingly, I've never had this problem before. tsk, Annoying Underwire. I dived back into bed and grabbed my phone, ringing up the girls to ask them of this mysterious phenomenon. I was greatly intrigued and just as greatly disappointed when I received very little or no response. The worst of it is not to be put here in case there are young kids around. I suggest a couple rounds in the washing machine would fix it up fine. Lets just hope my washing machine doesn't eat it. It has a thing for lacey reds.
You are Sven. Sometimes referred to as Dark Emperor Sven, although perhaps only in the realm of dreams and fantasy, you serve as Chez Glendinning's Network Administrator and Resident Cat. Sleeping completely random hours every day, nobody's entirely sure when we'll see you, but usually you're greeted with a hug and the offer of a cup of coffee. If only there were more Ben & Jerry's. Your room is a shrine to technology, containing archives of words, pictures and sounds that would put some libraries to shame. In more ways than one. But that's okay, because the libraries will be different, once you rule the world. You can tell the world that it must obey with the following badge of allegiance:
