Harrumph.
Have been really lazy the last two days, so today, I got myself up as soon as my alarm clock went off (9.30) I hung the washing on the line and emptied the dishwasher and did lots of other menial household tasks which Megan was supposed to do, but if we waited for her, it'd NEVER get done. It's a gloriously warm day, not too hot, just warm, and v. nice because of it, so I sat in the dining room and started revising physics with the patio doors open wide, and steadfastly ignoring the computer. I took a break at 11.00 after an hours work and watched kids TV because it's sufficently mind-numbing, and went back to work, ignoring the computer.
Then I get a phone call off Dad. Basically, he has oh-so-kindly volunteered ME to get some stuff off the internet for his friend at work, and I have to email it to him becfore 1.00pm.
So, I click on www.orangesandlemons.com as told to. And I am downloading PROPERTY LISTINGS in SPAIN for cryinbg out loud and because I get bored looking at just one window, I have broekn my vow and logged on to livejournal. My work ethic is broken.
Rarrrrgggghhhhh. Can't Dad just do what normal people do at work, and sneakily find the stuff himself? And I am waiting for the page for An attractive First floor apartment to open which is horrifically slow and... argh.
And I'm STILL waiting. I should start charging. "
hathy_col The Human Search Engine! Interrupt Her Revision For A Small Fee And She'll Find The Stuff You're Too Lazy To Look Up Yourself!"
Why does Dad work with slightly mad people who presume they know me? (THE NURSES. Not the patients!) In Ashworth hospital, so far, we have two people who have emailed me because they're going to SG6 too, one bloke who emailed me about setting up a webpage and now this bloke.
Argle.
Namarie! ~Hathy_Col~
Have been really lazy the last two days, so today, I got myself up as soon as my alarm clock went off (9.30) I hung the washing on the line and emptied the dishwasher and did lots of other menial household tasks which Megan was supposed to do, but if we waited for her, it'd NEVER get done. It's a gloriously warm day, not too hot, just warm, and v. nice because of it, so I sat in the dining room and started revising physics with the patio doors open wide, and steadfastly ignoring the computer. I took a break at 11.00 after an hours work and watched kids TV because it's sufficently mind-numbing, and went back to work, ignoring the computer.
Then I get a phone call off Dad. Basically, he has oh-so-kindly volunteered ME to get some stuff off the internet for his friend at work, and I have to email it to him becfore 1.00pm.
So, I click on www.orangesandlemons.com as told to. And I am downloading PROPERTY LISTINGS in SPAIN for cryinbg out loud and because I get bored looking at just one window, I have broekn my vow and logged on to livejournal. My work ethic is broken.
Rarrrrgggghhhhh. Can't Dad just do what normal people do at work, and sneakily find the stuff himself? And I am waiting for the page for An attractive First floor apartment to open which is horrifically slow and... argh.
And I'm STILL waiting. I should start charging. "
Why does Dad work with slightly mad people who presume they know me? (THE NURSES. Not the patients!) In Ashworth hospital, so far, we have two people who have emailed me because they're going to SG6 too, one bloke who emailed me about setting up a webpage and now this bloke.
Argle.
Namarie! ~Hathy_Col~