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May. 13th, 2008 01:10 pmLast night, I literally emptied my purse into the Christian Aid Envelope and apologised for not giving more. This is not something I do often. I give to charity, but in a sort of loose change kind of way; notes never happen, but, well, you've seen the headlines for South-East Asia. I felt bad complaining about food prices over here after that. I can cope without that tenner and however many pence. I proved this by gettin a huge bad of fruit and vegetables from the local greengrocers for a fiver this morning, and therefore only requiring cheese and pasta from the supermarket. I've been here for years and only just noticed the student bag deal; as I eat my tasty tea of mashed potato with a cheesy leek and chicken bake, I won't regret missing that tenner if it can help at all in Burma and China and to be honest anywhere else the money goes. I am pretty skint as a rule, but as a result of working my arse off this year (and being now paid up in term sof winter bills and rent) I can afford to shove some money someone else's way.
In other news, I have absolutely no idea what to do with myself. In retrospect, I should have stayed in work because I actually have no idea what one does in the late-night hours. I plan my life around going to bed at about 11. There's nowt on the telly, as a rule, and I've read through pretty much everything, including an ancient copy of Pride and Prejudice I picked up a few months ago and never got around to reading. I'm getting up at about nine or so every day, mostly because Sarah gets up about half an hour earlier than this and has all the grace and delicacy of an elephant when it comes to going up and down the stairs and shutting doors. Whatever I plan on doing with the day starts at ten, so I get through the days revision at about five, and then I tend to be a bit confused because really, what the hell do you do with yourself?
See, this is why I never have spare time because I have less than no idea how to spend it. My cooking it going to get so elaborate just for something to fill up a few hours. On the bright side, the sleeping? Is wonderful.
Right. Now to get through the remainder of Why Going Fifty Miles In The Wind And Rain For A Shag Is A Bad Idea (or: Alexander III and how his libido wrecked Scotland, and yes, that is a true story, he fell off a cliff travelling through Fife to get back to his young and nubile wife) and then to see if I can, in fact, learn how to make cheese sauce.
In other news, I have absolutely no idea what to do with myself. In retrospect, I should have stayed in work because I actually have no idea what one does in the late-night hours. I plan my life around going to bed at about 11. There's nowt on the telly, as a rule, and I've read through pretty much everything, including an ancient copy of Pride and Prejudice I picked up a few months ago and never got around to reading. I'm getting up at about nine or so every day, mostly because Sarah gets up about half an hour earlier than this and has all the grace and delicacy of an elephant when it comes to going up and down the stairs and shutting doors. Whatever I plan on doing with the day starts at ten, so I get through the days revision at about five, and then I tend to be a bit confused because really, what the hell do you do with yourself?
See, this is why I never have spare time because I have less than no idea how to spend it. My cooking it going to get so elaborate just for something to fill up a few hours. On the bright side, the sleeping? Is wonderful.
Right. Now to get through the remainder of Why Going Fifty Miles In The Wind And Rain For A Shag Is A Bad Idea (or: Alexander III and how his libido wrecked Scotland, and yes, that is a true story, he fell off a cliff travelling through Fife to get back to his young and nubile wife) and then to see if I can, in fact, learn how to make cheese sauce.
