Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there'll be sun
30.08.07, 7:40 pm
Oh, hello minions.
Before we get this entry started, I�d like a quick word with myself � excuse me for a moment. Holly, for God�s sake, your period is not due for another week at least. Please stop flapping and fretting about being pregnant. You�re always very careful, and you�re not due, and� look, you�d know if you were, okay, and there is nothing to be gained by obsessing over the whole thing. SO JUST SHUT UP.
So, Scotland was the usual deal � cold, damp and full of Scottish people. This trip was a little different than last time though, as I managed to absolutely knacker my neck (probably from swimming) the night before, and had to take the Friday off work because it was so painful. After a three and a half hour car journey up to Dumfries I had a brand new definition of the word �painful�. God, just thinking about it makes me flinch. I didn�t sleep all Thursday night from the evil neck, and was kept up Friday night too. At four o�clock on Saturday morning I was sat on my bed with a bag of half-frozen peas rammed against my neck, and suddenly found that I was really quite depressed. Thankfully painkillers started to have an effect by Saturday afternoon, and it�s slowly getting better. Apart from that the weekend was ace, and I am definitely a big green tick with respect to his family.
Persuaded the boy to take me to Morrisonions last night (why can�t I ever just call something by it�s actual name?) and the girl on the till laughed at me as I went through the checkout, probably because I used the word �dallying� out loud.
Yesterday at work a tibia sample bottle exploded in my hands, and I managed to soak myself in formaldehyde. Formaldehyde is horrible stuff, so I had to immediately strip off and soap my skin at the sink. Thankfully Indie Chick let me wear her cardigan as it went on my top, but I must�ve looked a bit porny to anyone glancing through the lab door window. Maybe they thought I was filming my own porn film. The Lab of Boning Biology, perhaps. Speaking of work, we�re now so bored of all the radio stations that we�ve started plugging my MP3 player into the speakers, which is great, except I have to keep lunging across the desk to press skip whenever one of my embarrassing songs comes on, such as the dodgy McFly one or The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow from Annie.
Me and Lisa had a texting flurry this afternoon, and finally aired the fact that our friendship is a bit buggered. She kept on texting, going on about how we�d burnt bridges, but I hate doing serious things over stupid text messages, and so just replied, �Sorry, I can�t do this over text messages.� Trouble is, now I don�t actually know what I want to do. I either send an emotional email about how I want our friendship to get back to how it was, or send an email detailing all the reasons why I�m pissed off at her (and it�s a long list), or do nothing and basically abandon the whole friendship. It sounds crap and lazy, but I�m really tired by the whole thing. I haven�t spoken to her in so long I�ve started to forget what she�s like as a person. Ah well, the next person who rings me can hear my boring twittering on the whole thing. Don�t be shy now, volunteers!
Off to the boy�s in a bit. If he thinks he�s getting sex while the neck�s still recovering he can think again. Why do blokes try harder and harder the more and more uninterested you appear? Maybe I should just take a big flashcard that says NO THANKYOU, YOU�RE LOVELY BUT I AM IN CONSTANT PAIN, AND I CAN�T EVEN TURN MY HEAD, SO REALLY, IT�S JUST NOT GOING TO WORK MECHANICALLY.
Me: �Allo?
Lise: Hey kid, how you doing?
Me: Right, I feel I need to warn you that I am actually naked at this moment, as I�m in the bath�. whilst on the phone, obviously. So I�m going to have to ask you to try and keep your hormones in check, okay?
Lise: Okay, I�ll try.
Me: I know it�s going to be hard, and it�s like your wet dream come true, but you need to try really hard and be strong, yeah? Just rein it in temporarily.
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