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Jul. 25th, 2006 04:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolWork goes apace, other than a rather embarrassing crush I appear to have developed for one of the female carers. Fortunately, she is rarely in, because it is EMBARRASSING. She's distractingly cute and it would be easier if she was one of the ones that didn't talk to me. I think all the women walking around in tiny tops in this weather has woken up the bit of my brain that likes to quietly ogle. Also, I watched Flight of the Phoenix last night, and was reminded how Miranda Otto is the most beautiful woman in the world. She is, though. Look at her! Yum!
I'm not, I hasten to point out, suddenly going to renounce all men and throw my engagement ring at Simon's head, but summer apparently serves to remind me that for most of the time, women are generally the way forward. Seriously, though, Pretty Lady At Work is cute. And so is Miranda Otto.
... anyway. Simon howled with laughter when I mentioned this. Obviously, that's sort of the response I was after, but it got even more embarrassing. GO BACK ONTO NIGHTS PRETTY LADY.
Last night, I watched a history program - OH LEARNING HOW I MISS THEE and I'm not kidding there, folks - but that was about the sum total of my night. I did develop something approaching a Real And Proper Plot in the shower, but the ending remains a bit of a mystery. Killing Rose off would help a bit, I think. I wish I was one of those people who can write in that loverly whimsical style. I appear to have morphed into Dan Brown, instead, and all I can write is some rather dull rubbish. ARGH.
So, in an effort to actually keep up with friends, which I'm rubbish at doing unless e-mails are involved, I am going out to the pub tonight instead. This will not help the story in any way or form, but I find procrastination is always an excellent excuse to put off something enough to give me the pressure to actually finish it. Or so goes the theory, anyway.
ohmygodiamsobuggaredforthis.
Anyway. I need to make a To Do List, I think, because I have a lot to do in the next few days. I need to get out of my pathological fear of Possibly Talking To People That I Know Vaguely On The Phone (strangers, fine, friends, fine, acquitances and TOTAL FEAR) and phone![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sevenhelz, and see Andrew tomorrow to sort out London Trip and also go to the opticians, because my free glasses are no more as of next month and I think my eyesight is going a bit. Given that these are the last glasses I get until possibly retirement, I should possibly get some good ones.
El Parento are home, now. Oh, yay.
... I used to be interesting, once.
~Hathy_Col~
I'm not, I hasten to point out, suddenly going to renounce all men and throw my engagement ring at Simon's head, but summer apparently serves to remind me that for most of the time, women are generally the way forward. Seriously, though, Pretty Lady At Work is cute. And so is Miranda Otto.
... anyway. Simon howled with laughter when I mentioned this. Obviously, that's sort of the response I was after, but it got even more embarrassing. GO BACK ONTO NIGHTS PRETTY LADY.
Last night, I watched a history program - OH LEARNING HOW I MISS THEE and I'm not kidding there, folks - but that was about the sum total of my night. I did develop something approaching a Real And Proper Plot in the shower, but the ending remains a bit of a mystery. Killing Rose off would help a bit, I think. I wish I was one of those people who can write in that loverly whimsical style. I appear to have morphed into Dan Brown, instead, and all I can write is some rather dull rubbish. ARGH.
So, in an effort to actually keep up with friends, which I'm rubbish at doing unless e-mails are involved, I am going out to the pub tonight instead. This will not help the story in any way or form, but I find procrastination is always an excellent excuse to put off something enough to give me the pressure to actually finish it. Or so goes the theory, anyway.
ohmygodiamsobuggaredforthis.
Anyway. I need to make a To Do List, I think, because I have a lot to do in the next few days. I need to get out of my pathological fear of Possibly Talking To People That I Know Vaguely On The Phone (strangers, fine, friends, fine, acquitances and TOTAL FEAR) and phone
sevenhelz, and see Andrew tomorrow to sort out London Trip and also go to the opticians, because my free glasses are no more as of next month and I think my eyesight is going a bit. Given that these are the last glasses I get until possibly retirement, I should possibly get some good ones.El Parento are home, now. Oh, yay.
... I used to be interesting, once.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2006-07-25 08:31 pm (UTC)...you are still interesting. *g*
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Date: 2006-07-26 12:28 pm (UTC)also, i was going to say something but i forget what, so, my legs hurt.
(i fell asleep on the plane and woke up with half an hour to go and cankles)
xxxx
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Date: 2006-07-26 05:42 pm (UTC)I don't think I'm eligible. I do crazy things like work for eating and that means I'm inelgible for EVERYTHING. I'll try, though.
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Date: 2006-07-26 05:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-27 08:08 pm (UTC)xx