Three Weeks To Freedom
May. 6th, 2002 08:49 pmHell yeah! Three weeks to go and I am outta here and fleeing down south to the house of hell! At least the home front has seven cats to cuddle - well, OK four, as only that many enjoy it.
The party went well, a few unexpected faces turned up too which was good. People said they enjoyed themselves, though I always find it hard to believe, I think mainly coz I get a bit anxious at my own parties. I always enjoy other people's parties more as I don't have to worry about their house getting trashed. In any case, everyone was very well behaved and apparently we were very quiet. Not sure what that is a measure of.
I haven't eaten a real vegetable for a few days - perhaps it was last Monday or Tuesday? I have been to Sainsbury's though and bought lots of veggies - I can feel my body breathing a sigh of relief - "AHHH NUTRIENTS!"
Bank Holidays are good as it's another wonderful excuse to veg about and not do anything. I like nothing more than sitting about on my own reading. Having to cope with humanity for eight hours a day puts me off humans - I prefer my own company, and that of the chosen few. In fact, working has made me more misanthropic than I already was because I end up hating the world by the end of the day - stupid people always phoning and asking stupid questions. I need to write this damned novel and then I can spend hours by myself and appreciate human scum a bit more.
DO I SOUND ODD? There's a bottle of flat champagne in the fridge - I think I'll make a flat Bucks Fizz.
The party went well, a few unexpected faces turned up too which was good. People said they enjoyed themselves, though I always find it hard to believe, I think mainly coz I get a bit anxious at my own parties. I always enjoy other people's parties more as I don't have to worry about their house getting trashed. In any case, everyone was very well behaved and apparently we were very quiet. Not sure what that is a measure of.
I haven't eaten a real vegetable for a few days - perhaps it was last Monday or Tuesday? I have been to Sainsbury's though and bought lots of veggies - I can feel my body breathing a sigh of relief - "AHHH NUTRIENTS!"
Bank Holidays are good as it's another wonderful excuse to veg about and not do anything. I like nothing more than sitting about on my own reading. Having to cope with humanity for eight hours a day puts me off humans - I prefer my own company, and that of the chosen few. In fact, working has made me more misanthropic than I already was because I end up hating the world by the end of the day - stupid people always phoning and asking stupid questions. I need to write this damned novel and then I can spend hours by myself and appreciate human scum a bit more.
DO I SOUND ODD? There's a bottle of flat champagne in the fridge - I think I'll make a flat Bucks Fizz.