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Nov. 27th, 2007 03:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolToday has possibly been the single worst day ever in the history of ever in terms of sheer materialism. Obviously there are worse days in the world, but at the moment I'm hoping that I've used up my three bad things and stuff wil get good from now on.
To begin with, I have Done Something to my keys. I'm not sure what, but they don't fit in my car any more without a significant amount of effort. It's not the end of the world, as I have a spare set at home, but if they snap off in the lock then I'm fucked. I think I might walk to work for the next few days, waking up half an hour earlier be damned. I, just, argh.
So, contemplating this, I continued on with my daily shift (my boss, bless him, went to 'have a look' at my car, he fixes my car a lot now which is probably a bit worrying) and leant over my mop bucket to pick it up.
This was the point at which I dropped my phone into the mop bucket of hot soapy water. I gave a slightly inconsolate scream and scooped it out, but alas, my phone is a dead as a dodo. It's not a phone I like or spent a lot of money on, but the principl remains. I now have a new phone - a Nokia for Basic Users because another Motorola is my idea of hell. It is rather shiny and new and I love it quite a bit. However, I really couldn't afford the money for it.
I then saw in the Daily Mirror about Rose coming back and to be honest I might just go to bed now and wake up tomorrow and pray it's all a dream. I am absolutely and completely steaming mad that Rose is coming back.
I don't think she was a bad companion; however, I wanted to hit her in the face with a shovel by the end of the series, and her departure is over. She is gone now, and I'm pleased about that, and I love Martha to bits and I don't want her back at all.
Obviously I will watch it and whatnot, but it better be good. Maybe this is RTD's way of saying "HAHAHA NO ONE ELSE WILL GET A GO AT WRITING THIS SHOW I WILL MAKE IT SELF-IMPLODE". That is a possibility.
All in all, it hasn't been a good day. Excuse me, I need to go and frantically tear through Pepys's Diary and find quotes for my essay. Because HEY HEY I have about two weeks to write 6,000 words. Nyargh.
To begin with, I have Done Something to my keys. I'm not sure what, but they don't fit in my car any more without a significant amount of effort. It's not the end of the world, as I have a spare set at home, but if they snap off in the lock then I'm fucked. I think I might walk to work for the next few days, waking up half an hour earlier be damned. I, just, argh.
So, contemplating this, I continued on with my daily shift (my boss, bless him, went to 'have a look' at my car, he fixes my car a lot now which is probably a bit worrying) and leant over my mop bucket to pick it up.
This was the point at which I dropped my phone into the mop bucket of hot soapy water. I gave a slightly inconsolate scream and scooped it out, but alas, my phone is a dead as a dodo. It's not a phone I like or spent a lot of money on, but the principl remains. I now have a new phone - a Nokia for Basic Users because another Motorola is my idea of hell. It is rather shiny and new and I love it quite a bit. However, I really couldn't afford the money for it.
I then saw in the Daily Mirror about Rose coming back and to be honest I might just go to bed now and wake up tomorrow and pray it's all a dream. I am absolutely and completely steaming mad that Rose is coming back.
I don't think she was a bad companion; however, I wanted to hit her in the face with a shovel by the end of the series, and her departure is over. She is gone now, and I'm pleased about that, and I love Martha to bits and I don't want her back at all.
Obviously I will watch it and whatnot, but it better be good. Maybe this is RTD's way of saying "HAHAHA NO ONE ELSE WILL GET A GO AT WRITING THIS SHOW I WILL MAKE IT SELF-IMPLODE". That is a possibility.
All in all, it hasn't been a good day. Excuse me, I need to go and frantically tear through Pepys's Diary and find quotes for my essay. Because HEY HEY I have about two weeks to write 6,000 words. Nyargh.
