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Bloody Hell........
Thursday, 23 January 2003 22:58Today has not, in the grand scheme of such things, been what you'd call fantastic. Or good. Or remotely tolerable.
For a start, Sony promised me that my computer would be back with me today. My dad received it down in London because they 'forgot' or whatever that I gave them a totally different address at the other end of the country. So I suspect I'll be bloody lucky if I get it back by Monday.
Secondly, I have an essay due tomorrow (extended from last friday because of computer issues). So far, of 2000 words I have 96.
Thirdly, I've got such bad toothache that two aspirins have done nothing and it feels like one side of my face is about to explode. I had to give a presentation earlier in US Foreign Policy and totally naused up reading it because of my tooth. The same tooth I spent $200 on in California about a year ago. The same tooth that I've had problems with since my former sodding dentist replaced a filling. A filling that had given me no grief whatsoever. Oh, and it's the front tooth. I highly suspect that they'll want to remove it, but the dentist here will, I'm told, only take me as a private patient (Thanks Mr Blair! Appreciate it, you badly dressed, smug, student-destroying, war-mongering, Bush-poodle, GIT. And your wife too). Now, as anyone who is a student or has ever been will tell you, I'm hardly in a position to afford another filling, let alone a replacement tooth. And it's the front. Tell me, how many Hollywood starlets do you know with a tooth missing? What am I supposed to do with my life? Do voice-overs?
Rant over. The pain is such that I'm having trouble concentrating on this, let alone an essay due tomorrow. When I get back I may just give in and call the Nurses' Unit. That would admit defeat though....
Chirpier note: I came up with an idea for a story and for once it's not remotely related to Harry Potter. I thought I'd post the opening here because I'd really like to know what you all think of it. Just remember though, that it's a very rough first draft and it's meant to be amusing. No offense intended to anyone, it's just a 'what if'. Bit like 1984 really. Except without Winston. Or those rats. Or Big Brother. So not like it at all. Anyway, let me know whether it's any good.... Oh, and the title means... absolutely nothing.
( Travelling Riverside Blues and Other Stories )
PS. Does anyone know where I can find half-decent pictures of Phil Lynott on the internet? I'm trying to make a collage of rock stars and I can't find Phil!
For a start, Sony promised me that my computer would be back with me today. My dad received it down in London because they 'forgot' or whatever that I gave them a totally different address at the other end of the country. So I suspect I'll be bloody lucky if I get it back by Monday.
Secondly, I have an essay due tomorrow (extended from last friday because of computer issues). So far, of 2000 words I have 96.
Thirdly, I've got such bad toothache that two aspirins have done nothing and it feels like one side of my face is about to explode. I had to give a presentation earlier in US Foreign Policy and totally naused up reading it because of my tooth. The same tooth I spent $200 on in California about a year ago. The same tooth that I've had problems with since my former sodding dentist replaced a filling. A filling that had given me no grief whatsoever. Oh, and it's the front tooth. I highly suspect that they'll want to remove it, but the dentist here will, I'm told, only take me as a private patient (Thanks Mr Blair! Appreciate it, you badly dressed, smug, student-destroying, war-mongering, Bush-poodle, GIT. And your wife too). Now, as anyone who is a student or has ever been will tell you, I'm hardly in a position to afford another filling, let alone a replacement tooth. And it's the front. Tell me, how many Hollywood starlets do you know with a tooth missing? What am I supposed to do with my life? Do voice-overs?
Rant over. The pain is such that I'm having trouble concentrating on this, let alone an essay due tomorrow. When I get back I may just give in and call the Nurses' Unit. That would admit defeat though....
Chirpier note: I came up with an idea for a story and for once it's not remotely related to Harry Potter. I thought I'd post the opening here because I'd really like to know what you all think of it. Just remember though, that it's a very rough first draft and it's meant to be amusing. No offense intended to anyone, it's just a 'what if'. Bit like 1984 really. Except without Winston. Or those rats. Or Big Brother. So not like it at all. Anyway, let me know whether it's any good.... Oh, and the title means... absolutely nothing.
( Travelling Riverside Blues and Other Stories )
PS. Does anyone know where I can find half-decent pictures of Phil Lynott on the internet? I'm trying to make a collage of rock stars and I can't find Phil!
