Sunday Boredom

I should have a list like hils, but I can't think of being that productive.

So, today I've already watched Garth Marenghi's Darkplace from the other night (not as funny as the first), and Six Feet Under. I've had egg on toast from a WhiteLegged Norweigean Ridgeback chicken (or something), and now I'm spraying grapefruit juice all over the pooter screen.

So what to do next? I feel that I must go to karate, but it looks so nice outside that I think I would rather go for a nice long walk instead. But where to go. Honeypot site Black Park; bleak and eerie Stoke Common; or horse-infested fields towards Stoke Poges church, and go say hi to my dead poet chum Thomas Gray. Plus walking is free. But I like kicking things and saying "Ich, ni, san, shi" or somesuch counting in Japanese.

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Bloody Gideon hasn't spoken to me in a week. This was excusable when he lived in York but now he's in Ealing there's no excuse at all. I'm a mere 20 minute train journey away.

I've had half a botle of wine and want to got to bed.

I hate boyfriends.