Jun 26, 2006 16:47
I am sick of eating out of tins. I am tired of powdered milk. I will go INSANE if I have to wander round the shops staring at sodding eggs and tossering dried packets. I want a fridge! I want a fridge! Now! Also why the hell am I supporting the Autralian football team? The Italians are cuter and they want it more. Am I feeling post-Ashes guilt? (soon to be overturned, no doubt).
I am going to phone agencies tomorrow and try to hypnotise or drink myself into coping with four weeks of callcentring or whatever the hell evil they have to offer. I had a dream that I was staying at a friend's house and looking after her pet deer. Only her flatmate's boyfriend objected to me giving it a bath, the mean sod. Also he sneered at me wanting to watch television. ery true to life, I thought.
I wish I was more excited about the Doctor Who episode next week, but this year has been frustrating and rather shapeless as well as being paradoxically overshaped by the repeated CODE WORDS AND THEMES. Is this supposed-replacement still on 'Eastenders' so I can have a look at her?
I still haven't seen Sara since November, and popping over for a footy match this evening would be a good excuse. Only it's been so long I don't want that "It's been so long" conversation and so it goes on longer...
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