26% done = 26% sane
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: Trains, trains, always the damn trains!
Ugh.
I don't know if I should keep blogging while I'm writing my dissertation. This might become a record of my complete mental breakdown or whatever's the opposite of a breakdown, I don't know.
Elisabeth's at rehearsal and I can't wait 'till I've handed this blankety-blank thing in so I can get drunk. Except I can't because I've got a big Job Interview at 10:45AM the next day.
Oops I said too much. ... don't want to jinx myself.
-Stephen (26% sane) out!

PS- I look forward to the day when I can go outside again, guilt free because I shouldn't be typing something up and screwing up my eyes staring at this monitor.

PPS- I wonder if there's some way to count my blog word-count towards the final word count of my paper. I suppose I could if I could figure out some way to add footnotes to this thing...

Oh my God
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: The hum of the fan, the sound of the trains
Writing your dissertation really really sucks.
But Bulgarian wine helps.

Oh my God
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: Those funky voices in my head drowning out the BBC world news
Oh my God, writing a dissertation really really sucks.

Sunday morning madness
Mood:  caffeinated
Now Playing: The Washing machine drowning out Sunday Morning with Eddie Nestor
We've made the mistake of cleaning up the place before eating breakfast. Now the poached eggs are going to be ruined, the toast is burnt and, after watching Henry fonda in On Golden Pond last night, I feel no need to reign in my >ahem< endearingly crotchety behaviour while my wife criticizes me for 'constantly' blogging.

We had a very nice day yesterday with Elisabeth's co-worker Jane and her husband ad two kids but I'll let her write about that. We're off to the town center this afternoon to drink coffee in a cafe, read the Sunday papers and get some groceries.

-Toodleoo!

Silly Pub Rule
Mood:  spacey
Now Playing: The sound of Elisabeth eating
Wow-wee! E & I went to London on a Friday night for some awesome theatre MA birthday celebrations. Hit the old standby Wetherspoons off of Charing Cross (You know, the one we've taken every single guest who's stayed with us?) and was expecting some late night drinking fun (It turns out the last train to Woking is at 1AM so we can now do utterly wacky things like see plays and go to concerts.) But what happened? The bar closed at 11PM.

11PM.

Now what's strange with that picture? A packed bar on a Friday night, lots or people having a good time and we're forced to drink up and then sent out on the street? In the heart of one of the most vibrant cities in the world? And meanwhile there are all these news reports about drunks wandering the streets beating up people.

Hmm, let's think for a second... Maybe London should just keep them in the bars where they can get drunk & tired so that when the stumble out at some WACKY time like 1AM, they're too tired to beat up a tourist, help the economy by employing people longer, pubs make more money, the streets are safer...

But no. England's always been this way so there can't possibly be anything wrong with it, can there? Change would only be scary, strange and lead to that icky feeling...

Okey dokey, got to end things there. Elisabeth wants to watch On Golden Pond.

-Stephen (highly distressed) out.

Stephen Says
Mood:  hug me
Now Playing: Black Girls - The Violent Femmes
I lost. Again.
Crap.
But it looks like E & I have graduated to a new level of blogging status over at Angelfire - Moods! Music now playing! Plus it's easier to do html! And we can make certain posts secret or only viewable by certain people.

(By the way - Only YOU are able to read this blog entry. ... aren't you special!)

Plus there's a spell checker which I need desperately. Whatever will Jenn critisize me on?
(PS- That's a DELIBERATE typo!)

Elisabeth is singing the songs for her Jack the Ripper musical and Black Girls has ended - The Violent Femmes are singing about ol' Mother Reagan.

-Stephen (writing like a horny teenager) out!

I won!
Mood:  vegas lucky
Elisabeth the Greatest Monopoly player in Woking!

Like a Villain
Mood:  chillin'
wow. It's Thursday. Time for monopoly. life is good. we are happy. getting things done. Like collecting empty wine bottles.

Bye

E

I know I should have done it a few days ago
But I got rid of the panorama. You can see it on the "blog pics" part of the year two photo album. Yeah, yeah, I'm slow but eventually I'll get the job done.

PS- Elisabeth will some something. Eventually. Soon. Some day. Maybe. Perhaps.

PPS- Good job news may be coming soon. Or maybe not. We'll see.

Bl(og)ah, bl(og)ah, bl(og)ah
Another typical Tuesday night over here. I'm listening to Hawkwind and Elisabeth's wondering about the origin of moles - If anyone can help us out, do alibno's have moles? What makes them? Are they a fall back to our original skin colour? All these questions have been asked by my darling bride who also beat me at monopoly, but no suprises there.

Damn, I also forgot what I was originally going to post. Something about playing ultimate frisbee in Greenwich park on Saturday, getting bruised up and watching Back to the Future. I think.

Boy, it's going to take alot of blog entries to get rid of that panorama. Alot of rambling, blah, blah, blah. ... Boy, aren't Walkers Cheese & onion good!!!