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Wednesday 5.6.02 | Too shagged to put anything meaningful up on here (can tell I am by my typing - have just tried to make 'meaningful' two words) but I had a fab time and it was well worth enduring five hours' worth of train in total, which, can I just say here, would, I am sure, make hell seem like Disneyland (talking of which, something I saw on B's wall while up in Leeds amused me: Snow White is thrown out of Disneyland after she is caught sitting on Pinnochio's face shouting 'Lie, you bastard, lie!' - I thought it was funny, anyway) combined with B's Krakatoan snores, mad children on said train, a random being arrested at Doncaster while on the way up there (nothing to do with me, honest!), trying desperately to avoid being picked up on the way back (see why I hate trains?) by another random who pretended to fall asleep after almost subtley pushing a note towards me saying 'Fancy a drink/chat?' which might as well have said 'Fancy a drink/shag?' - but all in all it was a great trip, and especially nice to get out of London. I'm now exhausted and it's throwing it down and I desperately need food. So definitely more tomorrow. Thursday 6.6.02 So yes, Leeds was fun. I seem to be still pretty exhausted, which is unusual given that I got enough sleep and really have nothing to be tired about. We ended up doing all sorts of random crap like shopping in an old corn-exchange (new one on me), going to the infamous Queen's Court, gassing loads blah blah blah. Now realise that am off on holiday (again) a week Monday, which is going to entail a lightning tour home to pick up stuff which I've forgotten some time next week - while at the same time I'm meant to be starting full time work. Ulp. Friday 7.6.02 Ho hum. And so my little two-week holiday within term is drawing to a close. I have done monumentally little, but feel very good about it, if not a bit tired (-) for no reason at all. I'm working all weekend (joyous) and, as far as I know, I'm starting full-time in the hall office on Monday, so how often I'm going to get to write this from now on is currently in some sort of limbo; to the extent that it might finish here. Unlikely, but possible, dictated by how much access to the internet I have and how boring life is. I've always tried, as Mich puts it, to find hilarity in the mundane, but if this summer proves to be as monotonous as I'm told it will, even my clowning around won't be enough to raise a smile. Never mind, it'll all fall together somehow. Monday 10.6.02 Conversation which took place at work on Saturday, at the tills on the ground floor: 'Where are your travel books?' 'On the first floor, sir.' 'You mean down?' Slightly taken aback:'Umm...no...upstairs.' 'Oh, gee. How do I get there?' I promise this is true. While we're talking about lack of function, I'm vaguely wondering if I'll get laughed at if I take my non-stick baking-tray back to Habitat where I bought it last week. I've got no particular gripe about it apart from the fact that I couldn't get the sticky sodding label off it, and when I finally did it got marked. It's not the mark that upsets me particularly (anyone who saw my standards of culinary pickiness this year will be surprised I even have a baking-tray) but more that, in a non-stick tray, surely one can demand more? And while I'm having a bitch, the fuckers at Orange won't let me top up my credit, the bastards. I mean, fine, they don't make any money out of me anyway because I spent a princely £10 on my phone every month (that's everything included), but now they're stuck making absolutely sod all because I'm using five or less text-messages a day (which I get free) and no calls. The juicy irony is that I can't afford to phone their helpdesks to report the problem (or give them an earful, as the case may be) - in the end, I just decided to resolve the situation by sending them polite, forgiving (well, almost,) happy-ish sounding email to request that they do something. This means, of course, that I can send them a filthily (is that a word?) nasty one tomorrow when I check my email to find a lack of response. I've always said that patience was overrated...
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