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Yeah. It's that bad.
I shouldn't complain, however. I could be working. I almost volunteered to do so as well. Just so I would have some sort of excuse to stay up here alone for the weekend.
Actually, I've been handling it quite well. No tears, no tantrums. Yesterday I accomplished loads as well! I went to the gym, I went to the supermarket, I went to the train station to buy tickets for next week, I even cooked a nice big veggie lasagne that will feed me for the rest of the week and ensure that I will never need to cook again. Woo!
It still wasn't enough to keep me occupied beyond 10pm, and I ended up going to bed way early and getting up even earlier this morning. I managed to stay in bed for an extra hour, just being lazy and cozy and trying to write a book in my head. Then it was trash TV time. I watched this show called Popworld which always seemed as cheesy as the rest of them, but actually it was quite good. They interviewed all sorts of shitty pop bands, but totally made fun of the bands in the process, without them even realising it. Brilliant! The best bit was when they visited the home of this new boy band and looked through their wardrobes and found all sorts of items that had obviously been planted by the band's PR people, but played along and elicited the most hilarious responses from the sad singing drones. Classic.
Maybe my standards are not quite as high as they used to be. Hmmm.
I still have one episode of Six Feet Under on video, and I'm saving it for later. My late-night Sunday treat, if you will. Yes, I know how sad that sounds.
Not as bad as my forays into online chat, however. I won't even go into that now.
Let's see... what else to report? Not much, really. Twas another shitty week at work. Friday was especally bad, so bad that I didn't even mind spending the night in, alone. I was just so glad to get the hell out of that office, I didn't care what I did, as long as it was far, far away. I cracked open a bottle of wine and drowned my sorrows.
The day involved yet another journey to a certain street, in the rain, to knock on doors and ask people about their dead neighbour. Joy! I also had to phone every known bodybuilder in Scotland and every gym and every association to try to get some dirt on said dead woman. NOT FUN! Plus, there were the other three stories I had to finish, as there were only two of us in the office. And I wanted to KILL the photographer. Grrrrr. I won't go into that, though, because once I start I won't be able to stop, and Richard's already suffered enough as far as that goes.
Speaking of which, I've been okay on that front as well. Wow.
I have another holiday just around the corner. Although I don't know how relaxing it will be. No matter. Just one more week to go. Woo!
I'm getting excited about Slovenia as well. And trying to come up with some creative ideas for Richard's birthday. I'm thinking some sort of travel...maybe a weekend away or something. Depends on how much money I can save up I suppose. I wish I wasn't so poor.
Peanut butter. Yummmm.
