I have a sore throat and a bunch of work due in later.
When I woke up this morning (fine, yesterday afternoon, be technical, see if I care!) I had the beginnings of a sore throat. It's now at the point where I can't really taste my Diet Coke. This is Serious with a capital Ser.
That said, I've only got to pull another three or four hundred words out of a choice crevice to finish the final piece of work due in. It was the bit I really didn't want to do, don't really know how to do, don't really know what these bastards want from me, bored me shitless piece of work, so it's a real thrill ride trying to get it done.
That said, it's twenty to seven in the morning and I've only got three or four hundred words left to do for the 3pm (I think) This for me, is extremely good. I've had 3pm deadlines where I've still had a thousand words to do and it's 1.30pm. I call this progress. I reckon that I'll be getting work done within a decent sort of timeframe by the time I'm 62.
I'm getting bored with the music I have on my computer. Bored in the sense of having heard it a trillion times before, no matter how much I love it.
Oh, and I was paying so little attention yesterday that I managed to somehow buy Pantene Perfect Curls instead of Coloursafe/whatever it's called. I would find this less newsworthy if I weren't SO unobservant that I didn't notice I'd bought the wrong one until it was actually in my hair. Bear in mind that these things are colour-coded. I really don't know what I was thikning about when I picked itup, put it in a basket, paid for it, carried it all the way home, put it in the bathroom and all the other times I was in contact with it. See, I'm exactly as stupid as I think I am.
Plan for today, once I've finished my work:
1. Get however many hours sleep in that I can, depending how long 300 words takes.
2. Go to university, print everything out. Hand in.
3. Get Metro to Newcastle, go to Fenwicks and buy mortadella.
4. Come back, go to Tesco, buy salad to go with mortadella. Also purchase more tiramisu if feeling scoffish.
5. Go the hell home, go the hell to sleep until hopefully, about 8.50pm.
6. Wake up. Prepare for Last Ever Friends. Collect food, drink and sanity.
7. Watch Friends. Have life fall apart as it ends.
8. Pull self together.
9. Go the hell back to sleep until Sunday, when Natasha and John come to visit.
ETA: Have finished, more or less. Also, saw the pictures from the photocall with the white jumper. All I can say is this: He's dressed like my friend Richard. It worked with Rich's brown hair, not so much with DR. Also, am I the only one who thinks EW looks much nicer there than at the premiere all dolled up and in that nasty dress? She's still snazzed up and all, but not quite so artificially. I'm all for Hollywood Glitz and Glam (I'm an Ava Gardner fan, for God's sake!) but it never quite works on 14 year olds. Not even this one.
Now, it may be the long hair and at the premiere it may be the jacket. It may just be him looking gormless, but am I the only one that thinks Rupert is slightly reminiscent of a stoner guy? Not quite Sean Penn in Fast Times... but... is it that I've not had much sleep lately? I'm not saying he is a stoner, just that he looks like it at the moment.
Need sleep. Good morning!
That said, I've only got to pull another three or four hundred words out of a choice crevice to finish the final piece of work due in. It was the bit I really didn't want to do, don't really know how to do, don't really know what these bastards want from me, bored me shitless piece of work, so it's a real thrill ride trying to get it done.
That said, it's twenty to seven in the morning and I've only got three or four hundred words left to do for the 3pm (I think) This for me, is extremely good. I've had 3pm deadlines where I've still had a thousand words to do and it's 1.30pm. I call this progress. I reckon that I'll be getting work done within a decent sort of timeframe by the time I'm 62.
I'm getting bored with the music I have on my computer. Bored in the sense of having heard it a trillion times before, no matter how much I love it.
Oh, and I was paying so little attention yesterday that I managed to somehow buy Pantene Perfect Curls instead of Coloursafe/whatever it's called. I would find this less newsworthy if I weren't SO unobservant that I didn't notice I'd bought the wrong one until it was actually in my hair. Bear in mind that these things are colour-coded. I really don't know what I was thikning about when I picked itup, put it in a basket, paid for it, carried it all the way home, put it in the bathroom and all the other times I was in contact with it. See, I'm exactly as stupid as I think I am.
Plan for today, once I've finished my work:
1. Get however many hours sleep in that I can, depending how long 300 words takes.
2. Go to university, print everything out. Hand in.
3. Get Metro to Newcastle, go to Fenwicks and buy mortadella.
4. Come back, go to Tesco, buy salad to go with mortadella. Also purchase more tiramisu if feeling scoffish.
5. Go the hell home, go the hell to sleep until hopefully, about 8.50pm.
6. Wake up. Prepare for Last Ever Friends. Collect food, drink and sanity.
7. Watch Friends. Have life fall apart as it ends.
8. Pull self together.
9. Go the hell back to sleep until Sunday, when Natasha and John come to visit.
ETA: Have finished, more or less. Also, saw the pictures from the photocall with the white jumper. All I can say is this: He's dressed like my friend Richard. It worked with Rich's brown hair, not so much with DR. Also, am I the only one who thinks EW looks much nicer there than at the premiere all dolled up and in that nasty dress? She's still snazzed up and all, but not quite so artificially. I'm all for Hollywood Glitz and Glam (I'm an Ava Gardner fan, for God's sake!) but it never quite works on 14 year olds. Not even this one.
Now, it may be the long hair and at the premiere it may be the jacket. It may just be him looking gormless, but am I the only one that thinks Rupert is slightly reminiscent of a stoner guy? Not quite Sean Penn in Fast Times... but... is it that I've not had much sleep lately? I'm not saying he is a stoner, just that he looks like it at the moment.
Need sleep. Good morning!
