I had my last day of placement today. Included in this was my final placement review. The word "adequate" was bandied around a lot. Thanks a lot, bitch!

The Gay American moved in! He is now back in America again, but rest assured that he stayed just long enough to complain about our internet connection, shift his overwhelmingly enormous television to the front room (and take my old one upstairs to his room, where it sits now, surrounded by several thousand scented candles), make me feel inferior about my inferior furniture, inferior backyard and overall inferior house, and leave packets of "hot chrysanthemum beverage" in my pantry. DON'T be tempted to try something, just because it comes packaged in a bright yellow box and comes in the form of attractive yellow crystals. You'll be sorry. I spent much of Sunday carting his stuff upstairs (so much stuff. OH so much stuff), which means that in the event of some sort of fire or other disaster, I won't be killed while trying to navigate my way to the front door. Hooray?

Time for some pimping. Some very nice people have promised me a copy of The Devil Wears Prada on DVD if I write a review on this blog, and who am I to question such a sweet sweet deal? That will be coming soon, but in the meantime here's a link to a video associated with the aforementioned movie, because I am nothing if not a man of my word...