And you're always busy, really busy

Well. I feel quite effective.

Last night I:

- Fixed the indicators on my car. OK, so it was really only a matter of joggling some relays until they worked again, but I'm a girl so that counts as impressive.
( Cue associated rant about Haynes manuals[*] )

- Tried again to rid my laptop of the Blaster Worm. Actually, this still hasn't worked, but I did manage to establish that I seem to have acquired a variant to everyone elses. Which is nice. (Or I'm just very stupid. Update on that later. Update: it seems I'm not wholly stupid. The newly-LJ'd-up grumblesmurf has kindly fixed it all for me. I won't be trusting Evesham's notify-you-of-updates software again, though.)
- Bleached the sink. Having a white sink in a house full of inveterate tea drinkers is a crap plan.
- Scrubbed the toilet, bath, washbasin. Scrubbed the mould off the bathroom wall. This was only a minor mould incursion, not the exciting full-on affair I reported to you ages ago. (Note to self: get out more)
- Did lots of washing. (Note to budding thesps: create cheap fake blood by the gallon by washing cheap, bright red clothes!)
- Tidied up. I have a bedroom floor, it seems. Not much of one, but some. I still have no desk or other flat surfaces, however.

I don't know what's brought on all this domesticity. I even vacuumed the floors downstairs before going to Intrusion on Tuesday...

Worrying. Definitely worrying.

[*] Haynes manuals are the standard what-goes-where DIY guides for cars.