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One of my best friends’ mother died yesterday.

On a more cheerful note (not one for dwelling on the sad stuff, me): Meatloaf is on VH-1 presenting “Ten of the Best”. I love digital cable.

I was going to write rather a long note, but I find I’m not up to it right now. Watch this space.

Music in the room: True Colours (Hey, Meatloaf likes Cyndi Lauper, too.)

Pictures

Contemplating buying a digital camera. A cheapish one. One for taking acceptable pictures for publishing on the net. I’m playing with this idea of adding a “my world” section to this page. A sort of pictoral diary or something. Not quite webcam, and I don’t know how much I’ll figure in the pictures myself, but it might be kinda fun to show you pictures of the stuff I talk about. What do you think? Answers on a postcard, please. (Note to self: Sort out a comment function.) Guess I might have to upgrade to pro if I want to integrate blog and pictures, but that’s hardly an expense compared to the camera (though there’s a nice Olympus on sale).

Got a book in the mail today from one of the (many) bookclubs I’m in that I certainly do not want and that I am sure I cancelled. On the upside, I’m going to participate in a focus-group-type-thingy in a couple of weeks which has to do with books. (Did you notice those two sentences were completely unrelated?)

Music in my head: That Ain’t No Way to Treat a Lady (which it’s on the stereo, so it’s outside my head, too)

Archiving

I wonder if the archiving works now? Discovered I had forgotten the s on the end of the folder name on the server, and what with computers being very apt to take things literally this naturally caused some problems.

Song in my head: For Once in My Life

Go away

I hate street musicians.

Not in a “I want them all to be hanged and then cut into little pieces and then jumped on” kind of way, just in a “could they please go and play somewhere where I don’t have to listen to them” kind of way.

Song in my head: I just called to say I love you (guess why)

Curry

My father turned up, and bought me drinks at The Dubliner and curry at Ma’raja, which is not to be sneezed at (odd expression, that). Very nice.

Tonight I’m attending my first board meeting of the Norwegian Malt Whisky Society (Norsk Maltwhisky Lag) – I was elected secretary at the annual meeting. Should be fun, though it occurs to me that with my ability to remember names (which is so neglible that “non-existent” is only slightly inaccurate) may be a bit of a handicap. Oh, well, good practice, I suppose.

Got my tax-form-thingy in the mail yesterday (basically a form that tells you what the government think you earned/owed/owned last year and how much they think you should pay them and how much you have paid them, with the conclusion being you owe them money or they owe you money). Nice sort of mail to get, as I paid too much last year (on purpose) and therefore they owe me money. A bit disappointing that the money won’t be paid out until late June (I should have known that), but still – the alternative is a bill, of course, and a bill of any size would be bad right now.

Song in my head: Don’t think twice, it’s all right

Six

A woman in Kansas has given birth to sextuplets (sorry, Norwegian paper, cute pictures, though), thus increasing the population of the town she lives in from 12 to 18. Yikes. Remind me never to take fertility drugs, ever! Anyhoo, having a google to see if I could find a story about this in English, I found this parenting website with tips on parenting “multiples” – quintuplets and sextuplets. The net is indeed weird and wonderful. All this stuff (I hope) I will never need to know… Personally, I doubt if the mother, Sondra Headrick, will ever have time to surf the net and find the page.

Rude awakening

Well, hello! It’s Monday! Rise and shine!

Ugh. Well, at least I got up early owing to having forgotten to turn the volume of the stereo down last night, so that when it went off this morning it went off on full blast… I normally doze through 20 minutes or so of it, but not at full blast, so I had to get up and turn it off. Consequently I was at work by 7:50. Yawn. I think my father is in town for a meeting today, wonder whether he’ll have time to buy his favourite daughter a drink (or a cup of coffee) to celebrate her birthday (which is Wednesday, hint, hint!)? We’ll see. I am in a quandary over whether or not to “do” anything for my birthday. It’d be nice to see a few friends (if I can find any in this dismal town), on the other hand, I have a book and a few articles I need to read before Thursday’s lecture, and very few evenings left to do it in. I also have a half-bottle of Veuve Clicquot, not enough to share. Hm. I am beginning to sound like a hermit.

Should that worry me?

Song in my head: It’s only words (which was what went off at full blast this morning)