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Aug. 13th, 2006 01:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI slept for eleven hours last night, and woke up in what felt like the comfiest bliss ever. Tonight, I have a vague plan involving Old Skool Doctor Who and a box of birthday chocolate. I can smell a Sunday dinner cooking and for once it actually smells really nice. I had the BESTEST LASAGNE EVER last night. My bedroom was surprisingly easy to clean and I didn't destory anything important, and now it looks clean and stuff EGADS. The weather is British again; a bit gloomy and cold enough to put a jumper on.
It's official. This weekend is going too well. Next week is doomed to be a suckiest week at work EVER, because I am a firm believer in life going like that, but it's okay, because next weekend should be a good one. (Snakes On A Plane is out. Where's the bad?) Well. Until Sunday. I have to go into work that day. But Saturday will be glorious!
(Presuming, of course, I don't have to walk anywhere. I now remember the problem with dancing when wearing high heels. My feet actually burn a bit. Oops.)
I like my life today.
~Hathy_Col~
It's official. This weekend is going too well. Next week is doomed to be a suckiest week at work EVER, because I am a firm believer in life going like that, but it's okay, because next weekend should be a good one. (Snakes On A Plane is out. Where's the bad?) Well. Until Sunday. I have to go into work that day. But Saturday will be glorious!
(Presuming, of course, I don't have to walk anywhere. I now remember the problem with dancing when wearing high heels. My feet actually burn a bit. Oops.)
I like my life today.
~Hathy_Col~
