granite is as heavy as it sounds
Finished reading Cross Stitch today. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, though some bits were a tad ridiculous. Hopefully now that I've finished it I will no longer have the urge to talk with a Scottish brogue. Tonight I will start The Night Watch by Lukyanenko. I've been meaning to read this series for ages.
Today was unspectacular. I decided to spend my day off shopping, something that should raise the spirits, not lower them. Except there was an issue with the car wash people and so my car didn't end up getting washed, which was one of my main motives for spending three hours at the shops. The second reason was to buy Bel a present for her engagement party on Saturday. I went to the department store, received the epic gift registry and then discovered the items were either well above my budget or sold out. After nearly ripping my hair out in frustration I settled on a mortar and pestle because it was the only item I could find and it was on sale. Unfortunately, it also happened to be the heaviest gift on the list and I had to carry it through the shops to the car wash only to stand there and listen while they explained why my car was still dirty.
My arms are still sore and it made me only the more miserable to not have someone with decent muscles who could've assisted me.
I've just finished watching Bridget Jones's Diary in an attempt to feel better. That movie is like a security blanket. Whenever I'm feeling crummy I put it on, snuggle into the couch and eat ice cream.
Today was unspectacular. I decided to spend my day off shopping, something that should raise the spirits, not lower them. Except there was an issue with the car wash people and so my car didn't end up getting washed, which was one of my main motives for spending three hours at the shops. The second reason was to buy Bel a present for her engagement party on Saturday. I went to the department store, received the epic gift registry and then discovered the items were either well above my budget or sold out. After nearly ripping my hair out in frustration I settled on a mortar and pestle because it was the only item I could find and it was on sale. Unfortunately, it also happened to be the heaviest gift on the list and I had to carry it through the shops to the car wash only to stand there and listen while they explained why my car was still dirty.
My arms are still sore and it made me only the more miserable to not have someone with decent muscles who could've assisted me.
I've just finished watching Bridget Jones's Diary in an attempt to feel better. That movie is like a security blanket. Whenever I'm feeling crummy I put it on, snuggle into the couch and eat ice cream.