Tag Archives: banality

>Nocturnal hallucinations

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Yesterday I took a shower in the early evening to try and warm up. The heat is working, but it is still very, very cold in my flat. Seeing as how I pay to run the electric heater but hot water is free, I elected to take a long, hot shower and then put on my warm fluffy trousers and my “heatTech” shirts and chill out.

Then Colin called and convinced me to to leave the house with promises of a real dinner (I was going to eat tomato sandwiches – I’m still not working – and he bought pizza). I had to get ready very quickly. Long story short(ish), I had to do my hair and make-up in my main room because the bathroom floor was still wet after my shower. As I rushed out the door, instead of putting my make-up bag back on the hook by the sink I just left it inside the bathroom door on the floor.

When I returned from dinner (thanks, C), I went to go to the toilet at my house and nearly had a heart attack because of the make-up bag. I had forgotten I had left it there and in that split second before I could accurately decipher what I was seeing, I thought there was a kitten sitting there.

In hindsight, I’m not really sure why a kitten would scare me so much.

PS: It really is that freaking cold in here. I’m sitting here now in the mid-afternoon with a cup of tea, the heater on and a hot water bottle on my lap. I need to find work not only for the money, but so I can thaw out. Brr!

PPS: It just occurred to me that this was the most pointless blog entry in history. I should give myself some sort of reward….

>Already Sunday

>I can’t believe how fast the weekend went… you would think having Friday off would make it seem longer. At least I’m not dreading work anymore on Sunday nights like I used to do. I’m super-busy at work, and not at all sure that I’m doing anything right, but it still isn’t as painful as it once was.

I could blather for awhile in this post about the weekend – it was a rather social weekend for someone like me who likes to hide in their apartment the entire time… but nothing outstanding really happened. It was fun, and I was happy to see Lindsey before she left for France, but nothing so out-of-the-ordinary happened that I’m going to tell the story.

>Quiet Saturdays

>In an attempt to save money and not be so alcoholic, I’ve been spending weekends at home. Doesn’t make for the most exciting blog entries, but is good for my wallet and liver. Spending the quiet days at home is sort of nice, I’m appreciating the sanctuary that is my home. All day today I’ve just chilled out, bought a broom, played guitar and finished watching season four of The Wire. So, not exciting, but relaxing, and that may be exactly what I need at the moment.

>Stairless step

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I hate it when I’m walking up the stairs in the dark and I think there are more stairs than there are. And I do that last step where there is no stair. Do you know what I’m talking about?

At least I didn’t spill my tea!


Original Comments:

Carey wrote (on 12/03/08):

lol, you drink tea…
you are so british

>You can’t rush honey, honey

>So, I do this weird thing where I put honey in my coffee. I know, I know: Honey goes in tea. Well, it goes in coffee too. I have this (probably misguided) notion that honey is better for me than sugar. I guarantee it is better for me than artificial sweeteners. Even though it does come out of a bee’s bum.

Anyway, I am at work and just got up to make myself a cup of coffee (with honey) as the weather is horrid today and killing my vibe (which isn’t good as it is, seeing as how I have to work). I thought some warm, comforting (and honey-sweet) coffee might perk up my mood.

Well, I get to the coffee station (we have nothing so glamorous as a “break room”) and the honey is nearly empty. So I’m standing there, waiting for the last of the honey to slowly drip out of the container. At first I was impatient about it as I hate waiting for anything. But then I realised that the honey was making me think of summer – it is the colour of sunshine and smells like flowers. Also, what was I in a big hurry for? To get back to my desk and continue grinding away at a training presentation? So instead of being impatient with an inanimate object (which I often am), I decide to chill, enjoy my three minute break, and think of summer.

So now I am back at my desk, enjoying my coffee, and thinking about summer despite the monsoon outside the office windows. It has become a much better day.