This entry is a backdated entry from one of my handwritten journals. Events recorded here happened some time ago.

Back home now with half an hour to go before work. Jason's coming up tomorrow and it should be a nice free day, no social engagements or anything. Tonight I'm going to clean out both rats' cages and have a go at actually tidying my ( Read more... )

I don't know how I'm going to face my fiancé's brother today without exploding, ugh. He's such a selfish manchild. Found out today that his mum only went to the hospital on Wednesday after her stroke Tuesday - and he brought someone round while she was suffering the effects; I.e. speech impairment and weakened left side. Oh, and they stayed the ( Read more... )

Despite the less-than-ideal weather, I actually got some joy with the picket lines! The PCS (Public and Commercial Services Union) were outside the Job Centre and Inland Revenue in St Helens this morning since half seven, so I had a chance to interview them before they made the pilgrimage to Liverpool, like local NUT members, to attend a regional ( Read more... )

I am in what could be the shittiest mood ever. I was having a brilliant day through work; it was busy, but I was having a great time. On the way home, it was really frigging cold - colder than anything I've ever felt before. My feet and hands were numb and I wanted nothing more than to get home and straight into the bath without a hitch - no ( Read more... )

... I may just revert to watching birds instead. Only the bastards still haven't finished off the bread I put out for them so I could steal their souls photograph them.

Today, my Grand Plan for the Watching of the Calories hit a massive stumbling block. It's Wednesday. The night of the Newton High Families' Group. And it was the Christmas Dinner ( Read more... )

Nathan's killed the computer again. Fantastic. He did three system restores yesterday to try and get Spore Galactic Adventures working again and then screwed it up entirely by resetting the computer while the third restore was still going.

I'm - going - to - annihilate - him. He has no sodding concept of 'computer safety' or 'patience'. Nor does ( Read more... )