Remembered what it was I was going to check yesterday. Yay me.
Also found my favourite summery trousers without turning the flat upside down and shaking it. Yay me.
Went to the gym. Yay me.
Unfortunately, came out around dinner time and there’s a kebab-shop just across the street. Oh well, proteins are good for you, I’ve heard.
Music in my head: Underneath Your Clothes (Shakira – I find myself liking that song, didn’t like the previous one, oh well)
I logged on to the internet just now to check something. Problem is, by the time the stupid computer had connected, I had forgotten what (considering possibility that the computer isn’t the one who’s stupid). Well, that’s it then. Brain completely gone. Out the window. Zip.
Well, never mind.
In other news: Discovered Salmon of Doubt (the new Douglas Adams book) in the window of a closed (noooooooooooooo, why? Why? Why? Why does the world conspire against me?) bookstore today. Which means it’s out. Available. Why hasn’t anyone told me? Why haven’t the nice people at amazon (considering whether the people at amazon might be less nice than I thought) sent me an e-mail? Or at least made a bit of a song and dance about it on the welcome page? It’s not as if I never visit the site. Surely I’m not the only Adams fan out there? Surely they are interested in selling books? Am looking foreward to long desolate weekend and Monday at work before I can locate open bookshop and get my hands on the book. For *%#$’s sake, I’ve only been waiting for this book for about 10 years (you could argue that waiting another day or two can’t hurt, but I assure you, it can).
Mmm. Just seen last half of Batman & Robin. Stupid movie, but George Clooney definitely pretty dishy in rubber suit. Also pretty dishy in black sweatsuit, which is arguable more practical for wearing round the house.
Mmmm.
Must go to bed and get some sleep, but it’s full of clothes. Very tempting to just chuck them out, but maybe I’ll just chuck them on the floor and deal with them in the morning.
Yes. Definitely best plan.
Music in my head: Ghostbusters (obviously my brain made some connection)
Phew. Have been tidying. Actually, no, strike that, have been making a mess. Have been digging out summery clothes. Have realised I do not have room for them, even after packing away wintry clothes. Pity. Not v.g. Have to phone Salvation Army to come and take away some boxes, with any luck there should be more room for stuff I actually want to keep once stuff I don’t want to keep is gone. Logically, that makes sense. On the other hand, experience tells me I won’t even notice the difference. So, trust to logic or empiricism? I don’t know. Anyway, Salvation Army will be happy, and it will give me a sense of achievement, since it’s something I’ve been meaning to do since I moved in here in November (procrastination is my middle name). Sense of achievement is good.
Realise need larger flat.
Nifty extension out of the question (am on 4th floor of shoebox-shaped building), just as well, really.
Hmph. Did not find favourite pair of summery trousers. Wish fervently they are hidden at top of wardrobe with other bits and pieces, but am afraid to check as if not there then where? Will have to turn whole flat upside down and where is Nicolette going to sleep?
Saw Kevin Spacey on Parkinson this evening. Kevin Spacey is fascinating human being. Turns out he can tap-dance, too. Also Dame Judy Dench who is massively imressive. And Rory Bremner who is funny, and very good at “doing” Blair. Spacey also very good at impressions. Parkinson very nearly ROTFL. Very funny.
Music in the room: I only want to be with you (Vonda Shepard)
We have found a pub where they sell cider (real cider, I mean, not that wannabe Swedish stuff) AND you can sit outside. In this weather, the latter is v.g.
Pity I have no money. See previous post. Also, am at work, despite bank holiday status of day in general. On the other hand, flexi-time good. Will now have hours to take off next Thursday to meet Nicolette at airport and spend day loafing or similar. Maybe even drink cider.
Note to self: Must buy lottery ticket.
Music in my head: Closer to Fine (I think that’s the title – anyway; Indigo Girls)
Plan for future:
Version A: Win lottery. Find Mr. Right.
Version B: Find Mr. Right, who just happens to be rich.
V.g. plan.
Music in my head: I Know Him by Heart (Vonda Shepard)
I wonder if my impatience actually shows in my voice? I try to avoid it, of course, but I’m not sure I’m that good an actor.
Just thought it needed mentioning.
Oh ha ha ha – ROTFL…
At Pemberley a few months ago someone in a silly mood wondered what it would have been like if Austen had written LotR… And the result was just reposted, with some amendments. (Warning: This will only really be funny if you know the opening of Pride and Prejudice as well as LotR, for the latter, having seen the film might suffice.)
Music in my head: If You’re Feeling Sinister (Belle & Sebastian – rather annoying, really, as I only know two lines. Really, I should make sure I know more of the lyrics for songs that are likely to get stuck like that – normally, though, I absorb the lyrics without even intending to.)
Ok, so I’ve got this job to do which is of the “could we have that by last week” variety. And I’m not concentrating. Question: Would it be better to go home and try to work a bit there tonight? At work there are other people talking and the internet to distract me. At home there are no other people and I have to connect by phone to the internet, which is a good thing as it puts a damper on the enjoyment knowing I’m paying per minute. On the other hand, at home there are a lot of books (!) and the television.
Tough one.
I’ll stick it out here for a little longer.
Music in my head: Sweet Dreams are Made of This (Eurythmics)