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I Don't Like Today
Aug. 2nd, 2003 05:25 pmWoke up at 5.30am this morning after having a dream that my dad bludgeoned our dog to death and then tore his head from his body. Couldn't get back to sleep, had stomach ache (this has been going on for three days now and no, it's not menstrual) and lay in bed with too many things going round in my head.
Went to Windsor last night for Justin and Liz's leaving dinner. We went to an Indian restuarant where the dumbass waiter managed to tip my drink in my lap (and it's always the same skirt this happens to). I said that I wasn't going to pay for the drink in my lap, and my bag, so the head waiter over-reacts and says that if I identified the culprit he'd have him sacked. "No,that's not necessary," I said. " I just don't want to pay for a drink that I didn't get to enjoy." He gave me a tenner, so I bought everyone a drink at the pub afterwards. You can see why some people get off on complaining when you get recompensed for having to wait 15 seconds in a queue before you get served in a shop.
As Ben Affleck's character in "Mallrats" said: "The customer is an asshole."
I had a nice evening apart from that, though I felt strangely disconnected from everything and everyone last night. Maybe it's because I'm not feeling well.
Today I lurked in my room and watched the last episodes of Twin Peaks Season 1. Then I sat in the garden before going to Maidenhead. I went to a crystal shop and bought an... "Aventine"(?) - I can't even remember the name now. It's properties are meant to inspire and aid creativity (and career). It's in a nice little metal cage which I'm going to hang about my neck.
Went into Hammicks/Ottakar's to see Naomi and then went to the Hobgolblin with Mum for a drink.
This evening we're having a BBQ. I'm going to hide in my room and read, and do a bit more work for the Meltdown article and these Big Read bits I'm doing for work: "Pride and Prejudice", "Alice in Wonderland", "The Secret History", " The God of Small Things" and "Harry Potter and the Prisioner of Azkaban". I'm meant to include some anecdotes about the authors/books. I could say that Lewis Carroll was an "alleged" kiddy-fiddler, but I'm not risking the libel. I'm at a loss for things on HP3 strangely. "Pride and Prejudice" anecdotes are currently evading me to. It'll come to me. It's all stored away in my head somewhere, I just need the secret code...
On the topic of books, I'm going to putting up a bookcase button on my website so people can see what I've been reading. The first thing I do in someone's house is look at the bookcase (and if they haven't got one then I'm in the wrong house). You can tell a lot about a person who reads Satre, or someone who reads Meave Binchy. What does my bookcase say about me?
Went to Windsor last night for Justin and Liz's leaving dinner. We went to an Indian restuarant where the dumbass waiter managed to tip my drink in my lap (and it's always the same skirt this happens to). I said that I wasn't going to pay for the drink in my lap, and my bag, so the head waiter over-reacts and says that if I identified the culprit he'd have him sacked. "No,that's not necessary," I said. " I just don't want to pay for a drink that I didn't get to enjoy." He gave me a tenner, so I bought everyone a drink at the pub afterwards. You can see why some people get off on complaining when you get recompensed for having to wait 15 seconds in a queue before you get served in a shop.
As Ben Affleck's character in "Mallrats" said: "The customer is an asshole."
I had a nice evening apart from that, though I felt strangely disconnected from everything and everyone last night. Maybe it's because I'm not feeling well.
Today I lurked in my room and watched the last episodes of Twin Peaks Season 1. Then I sat in the garden before going to Maidenhead. I went to a crystal shop and bought an... "Aventine"(?) - I can't even remember the name now. It's properties are meant to inspire and aid creativity (and career). It's in a nice little metal cage which I'm going to hang about my neck.
Went into Hammicks/Ottakar's to see Naomi and then went to the Hobgolblin with Mum for a drink.
This evening we're having a BBQ. I'm going to hide in my room and read, and do a bit more work for the Meltdown article and these Big Read bits I'm doing for work: "Pride and Prejudice", "Alice in Wonderland", "The Secret History", " The God of Small Things" and "Harry Potter and the Prisioner of Azkaban". I'm meant to include some anecdotes about the authors/books. I could say that Lewis Carroll was an "alleged" kiddy-fiddler, but I'm not risking the libel. I'm at a loss for things on HP3 strangely. "Pride and Prejudice" anecdotes are currently evading me to. It'll come to me. It's all stored away in my head somewhere, I just need the secret code...
On the topic of books, I'm going to putting up a bookcase button on my website so people can see what I've been reading. The first thing I do in someone's house is look at the bookcase (and if they haven't got one then I'm in the wrong house). You can tell a lot about a person who reads Satre, or someone who reads Meave Binchy. What does my bookcase say about me?