Of monsoons and alcohol
15.06.09, 7:31 pm

Just walked back in the second downpour of the week. Last Wednesday was like the entire monsoon season had parked itself over Sheffield and refused to budge. Walking back I had to actually wade part of the way, thanks to the endless bloody hills. When I got back my converses were cleaned to a blinding white, and extreme force was needed to peel off my jeans. Also, it is not the best idea in the world to be clutching the metal part of an umbrella in the middle of a ginormous thunderstorm. Found myself wondering, insanely, whether being struck by lightning would hurt, or merely render me unconscious for two weeks.

Just got back from the beyond boring School Research Day, where I signed myself up for a poster walk purely for a free lunch, only to arrive two seconds late and find there was bugger all left. I then had to pretend to care about Imaging and Flow Cytometry for a whole hour, nodding in pretend understanding as people rabbited on whilst gesturing to their posters that I pretended to understand. I then sacked off the rest of the afternoon, preferring to run back to work and partake in things that I actually understood. Everyone�s currently at a conference and it�s really quite quiet, and Ju�s gone off on holiday for a fortnight so I have no one to talk to. Received a scary mass email from the University this morning offering people be paid off to quit their jobs, due to there being bugger all money in a recession. Hopefully I�m going to be offered a contract extension, as mine�s up in September.

You�re all lovely, by the way. I very much posted the song practise video in a Look How Unpractised We Are as opposed to a Big Ego Trip, but your comments are much appreciated all the same. The actual performance went okay, bar Andy getting mildly pissed beforehand and messing up the first song, but the second song went fine and everyone seemed to enjoy it, though they were all gorging on wine and would probably have appreciated any old crock of shite. Everyone then proceeded to get absolutely plastered on free, nasty wine (bar me, as I started drinking late due to the performance and wouldn�t touch the Hangover Wine with a ten-foot barge pole) and horrific dancing ensued. I had to escort Katie home, as she was beyond drunk, and she spent most of the fifteen minute journey asking if she could be my bridesmaid, as I and James were definitely getting married any day now. Aha, think again!

Speaking of the boy, we�ve been together for two and a half years now. How bloody scary is that?! Quite an achievement on my part, I think, given how emotionally retarded I am. Going to Dumfries next weekend to meet another of his three billion relatives, who�s visiting from Alaska. He�s making me drive part of the way there, because it�s �good practise, and you�ll learn quicker this way�, which is just sadistic and wrong. On the plus, will spend the weekend completely pissed. Yay to middle age drunkenness!

Have fallen in love with Joni Mitchell again, and keep playing her album Blue over and over again, which is great, but it is one of the most depressing albums I�ve ever heard, which is not mixing well with my dreadful hormones. Listening to A Case of You and River makes me feel completely miserable. I think the key to this is to drink more alcohol. I�m already high as a kite from the free wine at the end of the School Research Day, why not carry on?

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