Day: February 24, 2006

So, I was pottering around the office (not much space for pottering, really) and prodding at my essay with all the excitement of a dead goldfish when Lauren arrived home and suggested that we should get takeaway.

Specifically, Mexican take away (or “my favourite” as I like to call it). So I tried to ring our well used Mexican Takeaway. There’s only one that we know of in Bristol – El Compadre. Only there isn’t only one anymore, there’s none. It’s shut.

So out with Yell.com; “Mexican Restaurants / Bristol”.

Ring – no answer. Ring – don’t do takeaway.

So we make a decision. We’ll go out for dinner. Yes, Out. Piling into the Minor, we headed out… and found that our first choice was…fully booked. All evening.

El Compadre, definately shut when we went past.

Drove around slightly confusedly.

Next choice… couldn’t remember how to get there.

But the next one, they had a table available (shortly after we got there). And the food was… mindblowingly good. My god it was good.

The dessert. It was, I’m positive, illegally good. Something small, cute and furry must most definately have died to allow a dessert that good to exist. So big thankyou to Lauren who took me out to dinner. And now I must to bed.

Oh, but I’ll share this link with you. It’s so good. And… one last thing; Toron’o. Toronto. Toron’o….

I came upstairs to work plugged in my fan heater and instead of flicking both switches to ‘on’ flicked them both to off. Thus turning off my PC in the middle of logging in. Fortunately it seems okay….

I am exhausted… still. At least it’s a late tomorrow.

I have no idea why I’m so tired (generally) – specifically it’s because I was up too late last night talking to James and Rochelle… (Toron’o… Toronto…). But it’s not just that. I’ve been tired. Really tired for days and days – and today I found out it’s not just me. The general exhaustedness seems to cover most of the people in Bath. I don’t want to be mean,m but quite frankly, it’s a relief that it’s not just me.

Another second Friday, so it’s been another Work Based Learning Day. I’m still not really getting on with this new WBLD facilitator. In fact I mostly feel like screaming after WBLD – and although today’s session was actually helpful and useful I still wish I’d’ve spent this morning doing the essay I should be doing now. Only, now, I’m shattered. I know I’ve only driven too and from Bath, but it’s just taken it out of me. Well, there wasn’t much in me to be honest.

One of the things I really want to do (as well) is sort out the house. The back room is a complete state, my bedroom’s a state too. It’s a common thing with me – post relationships (is it bad that I now have a kind of thing that happens post-relationships? What does that say about me and relationships?!) that I rearrange furniture. Tidy. Clean. I don’t entirely know why, it’s probably about control over my life.

Unfortunately, I can’t do this in this house – because my room is completely and entirely fixed. I mean, I could swap the wardrobe and the drawers over but it’d not get me anywhere. Well, actually, it might, and I’ve been thinking about it as part of something else – clearing out under my bed. I’m concerned about this allergy – I really don’t want to be taking tons of Anti-Histamines; yes, it works. But why in hell do I need it? So, plan is, maybe sort out some shelving at the end of the bed, move the stuff out from under my bed so I can clean under there and move the furniture round a bit. But this all takes energy and time. I’ve got this essay that I should be writing right now (I’ll meander downstairs and attack it again in a bit).
Oh, and I lost my bloody earing today. I’ve no idea when. This is an insane rate of loss. I’m hoping it’s going to be all entangled in my jumper hoodie which I stuffed in my bag earlier. Perhaps I should have a kip… No, probably not a good plan; I’ll just wake up grumpy and pissed off.