An entry dedicated to the blues
15.03.11, 8:19 pm

I watched both parts of Waking The Dead last night and then promptly had a night of murder-based dreams. This never used to happen when I was younger; I was able to watch all sorts of horribleness and then sleep like a baby. The only exception to this is the time that I saw The Ring in the cinema and then had to sleep with the radio on for the following two nights because otherwise my imagination went into overdrive in the silence.

I am currently suffering from a case of the blues, which is not helpful. I could do with a holiday, but can't due to work constricts. I've also decided to not talk about work at all anymore, as it's just asking for trouble, so I can't even tell you what those constricts are. Anyway, I'm a bit tired and sad, and appear to be spending this evening listening to the sad songs from the soundtrack of Up (masochism alert). Someone needs to give me a good slap.

Off to see Dad this weekend so that I can pick up my Christmas stuff that I left there, which means embarking into Amandroid Territory. I rang him the other night to organise it all, and as soon as she clocked that we were having quite a nice chat with lots of laughing she immediately demanded that he get off the phone as she was waiting for a phonecall. Clearly this is just a minor incident, but it all just adds to the immense punchability of her face. I think her stupid son will be there too - the one that is doing crapply in his degree because he thinks he's an 'international socialist' and spends his time going on lots of protests and making selling pro-Palestine tea towels. When the Egyptian riots were going on, he sacked off a week of his final year and spent the last of his overdraft on a flight to Cairo so that he could join in the protests, despite being a very young and naive non-Egyptian. He also didn't tell anyone that he'd gone. That's how much of a total bell-end he is.

Anyway, seeing Dad will be nice and seeing Amandroid will be another test of self-control, but I guess we all have to do things we don't want to. In happier news, I got my temporary crown replaced and things are back to being not bad tooth-wise, so the world can rest easy. In sadder news, my mystery pain is back so I have to go back to the GP. Boo. I'd been quite enjoying not chatting about my cervix with complete strangers.

I am going to go have a bath and read some Agatha Christie, because I feel down and baths cure everything.

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