Tired, But Otherwise Fine
Had two bottles of V at 8.45 this morning, was totally wired til about 2pm, then crashed and was reeeeally cranky. Could've had something to do with Chris being a total dickhead, of course. Anyway, I finally found the strength to NOT bother with the hot food at the cafe next door, it looks good, but is ALWAYS bad. I got a sandwich, which is always GOOD, but for some reason, I like getting something hot. Even though they always over cook the pasta, and the chicken is nasty and processed, and it's all generally swill. Good sandwiches though. Must keep reminding myself of that.
I sent the pigeon off on Saturday, did I mention that before? I dunno. But it's gone anyway. And of course, the next day I found the PERFECT fabric with which I could have made it, the ultimate pigeon-grey flanellette. Fate is a bastard. I couldn't be mad though, it was too funny. God only knows what anyone around me would've thought, me standing there holding a pair of mens grey pajama pants, chuckling quietly to myself. Madness. I got them anyway of course, and a paler grey, perhaps for the cat, and a brown and a black. I shoulda got more, but I'm trying real hard to not spend too much money this fortnight, since i have to pay 5 weeks rent instead of 4 and Emma still owes me $100. So much for paying me back the following Tuesday... If I didn't kinda need it, that would be fine, but it's really annoying that she's done it. I wish people weren't so crap about borrowing money and not paying it back. Geoff still owes me $50 from about 5 months ago, but I'm not gonna bother even asking for it, i owe him for a phone bill anyway, and he let me stay with him for about 2 and a half weeks last June, and I had no money to give him then, so it works out (probably still in my favour, in fact). And Emma was a big help when I first arrived, but $100 is a lot of money to have suddenly gone from your life. Especially when you've had to pay for silk screens that week. And you're moving house. And you really wanna fly up to Sydney to see the Yeah Yeah Yeahs... I can't believe they sold out down here and they still haven't announced a second show. Bastards. Come on, Modular Touring, I'm dying here... And another thing, while we're on the subject... When the fuck are Gomez gonna release dates? I s'pose I could always ask someone, but I feel a bit dodgy.
Anyway, it's midnight. I should be asleep.
hot: My new house
not: Dead iPod
music: ^ None.
mood: Sleeeeepy
goals: Get up early enough to bring in my washing. Yeah, right...
I sent the pigeon off on Saturday, did I mention that before? I dunno. But it's gone anyway. And of course, the next day I found the PERFECT fabric with which I could have made it, the ultimate pigeon-grey flanellette. Fate is a bastard. I couldn't be mad though, it was too funny. God only knows what anyone around me would've thought, me standing there holding a pair of mens grey pajama pants, chuckling quietly to myself. Madness. I got them anyway of course, and a paler grey, perhaps for the cat, and a brown and a black. I shoulda got more, but I'm trying real hard to not spend too much money this fortnight, since i have to pay 5 weeks rent instead of 4 and Emma still owes me $100. So much for paying me back the following Tuesday... If I didn't kinda need it, that would be fine, but it's really annoying that she's done it. I wish people weren't so crap about borrowing money and not paying it back. Geoff still owes me $50 from about 5 months ago, but I'm not gonna bother even asking for it, i owe him for a phone bill anyway, and he let me stay with him for about 2 and a half weeks last June, and I had no money to give him then, so it works out (probably still in my favour, in fact). And Emma was a big help when I first arrived, but $100 is a lot of money to have suddenly gone from your life. Especially when you've had to pay for silk screens that week. And you're moving house. And you really wanna fly up to Sydney to see the Yeah Yeah Yeahs... I can't believe they sold out down here and they still haven't announced a second show. Bastards. Come on, Modular Touring, I'm dying here... And another thing, while we're on the subject... When the fuck are Gomez gonna release dates? I s'pose I could always ask someone, but I feel a bit dodgy.
Anyway, it's midnight. I should be asleep.
hot: My new house
not: Dead iPod
music: ^ None.
mood: Sleeeeepy
goals: Get up early enough to bring in my washing. Yeah, right...
posted by Leocadia at 11:45 PM
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