Online Diary: December 1999
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Well all I can say is thank God for annual leave - today has been my first day of "rest" in ages..
didn't wake up till 11am and then spent what was left of the morning running round the flat chasing
my tail trying to get ready to be on a train to get to Worcester. Needless to say my carefully thought
out plans of meeting people in Croydon for lunch or maybe a little light shopping in Brighton fell by
the wayside although I did actually make both trains with plenty of time to spare. Times like this do
make me question how much of my life I might be missing spending half my life getting knackered commuting
to and from work each day... oh well.
Expectations are I suppose high again for this weekend although I really don't know *what* I'm expecting
from it. The possibility of clubbing looms, and although I should in theory be up for it (having not been
in ageeeeessss) my body is currently going "quiet night in please" - maybe after a couple of Vodka's and the
new Steps album I'd feel differently. Watch this space and see.
And I'm trying to not think how many emails I'm gonna have to try and answer when I get back on Sunday
- at least I've managed to do a few Web site updates on this train journey. A little less cramped would
have been nice, as would have lunch but hey I'd rather snog the lady sitting beside me than eat railtrack
food - ouch!
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*Grin* that sums up my weekend pretty much. But before I get into the gory details... as if I really
would in such a public forum, the answer for the Friday night dilemma of whether to club or not
came out decidedly on the "not clubbing" side. I shall have to look forward to the joy of Tramps another
night I guess.
Soooo the gory details... Friday night was spent both staying in without doing much in particular and
going out for a quick drink with Andy's friends - the conclusion of which is you should never drink Vodka
with Tonic Water. Saturday was shopping (quelle supre), with a really cool meal out in the evening (needless
to say I was completely stuffed and didn't manage to finish a single course) followed by sofa and videos.
Sunday was more lounging around - it is the weekend after all, with spot of shopping having to save most of
my energy for Lakeside tomorrow and a tour of the food facilities of Worcester Christmas Fair - a cone of
chips and three donuts proving too much for even me in my famished state. I'll spare you anything else.
The whole "might be going to Dublin" thing gets a bit more complicated as it now looks like arrangements
for New Year need to be sorted before deciding on flights and stuff pending the usual Christmas/New Year
rail fiasco... sigh... But at least it looks like it's going ahead which has to be a good thing. Today
would have to be a paranoia score of three, which isn't bad all things considered.
Lyrics of the moment:
Saturday 25th December, 1.57am
I'm sat here sucking a lolly. I know you must be thinking there are better things I could be
doing in the early hours of Christmas Day but I guess I'm just sad like this. Tonight I've been
clubbing which has sort of been a good thing in a bad way - will anything I say ever make sense?
Tonight had three important discoveries in store:
I'm feeling a bit soppy okay? It's been just over a year since I was back in Brighton - and it's
been a pretty strange year. As things have moved on the pace has stepped up and things seem to
have changed at an ever increasing pace. The last couple of weeks have been a real blur - but a
happy blur, it's just a shame that the person that's caused it can't be with me. See I told you
I was being all goey and stuff.
Anyhow it's now gone 2 and I *really* need to get to bed, no doubt more entries in the near
future as we see what Christmas and the New Year has in store. But I have an idea what to wear
for Danny's New Years Eve party which has to be a good thing.
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