After work, I went to Rob's place to pick up a hamburger shaped bean-bag and his strokey clothes for him to wear on the weekend. At the same time, another Wroxy person - Claire, came to pick up a lime green suitcase, cos he's getting rid of all of his earthly possessions that he no longer needs. I reccon eventually he'll get rid of everything and become a monk or something. The bean-bag - he's planning on giving it to Jane or Dave when we go to Jane's on Saturday. After that I dropped Rob back at work, cos he's a workaholic and I haven't yet reached that stage of dedication and commitment needed for working till really late.
Then I went off to Coventry to meet Steve2. He showed me some excellently painted flower pots that he'd got his son Ashley and daughter, Hannah (who was down for the weekend) to paint. They look excellent. Then Steve drove us to Cov town centre, and we went to our usual haunt - Lloyds, for white wine, diet coke and they did a gorgeous brie wrapped in bacon on leafy stuff and chips with cheese sauce topping. Steve was attempting to be healthy (it's not easy with me around) and had a salad. I like seeing Steve, he keeps me semi sane and we seem to have loads to talk about.
Back home by 10pm, did some menus for Mum's diner party tonight and wrapped loads of knives and forks in serviettes.
I thought I'd be in early this morning and got in for 9.45, but everyone else had had the same idea, so they know when I got into work. Now I'll feel guilty about leaving work at 6pm, if everyone else is still working then. But I need to get back home to give mum a hand with her party and to make myself look decent before the neighbours get there.
Work's got busy now I've been handed over this VBScripting book to work on. The reviewers for that book all seem nice enough. Just have to wait and see if they're able to get their work in on time and don't need me to nag them. Their first deadline is on Monday, so I guess we'll have to wait and see.
I've got to remember to fill out my timesheet, cos Chris is on holiday next week and he needs to sign it. Most of it is faked, cos I haven't got a clue how much time I spent doing each of these books - they all just seem to blend into one biiiig book.
So, you see, nothing much has happened yet today. Further adventures of Chandy I'm sure will be updated sometime next week.
I'm back again. It's only 4pm and I'm already kind of bored. I know I said I was busy again, but that was this morning, and it's Friday and I don't want to do anything, well, I don't really need to do anything, cos all my reviewers and authors are being well behaved. So instead, I spent some time reading about Canibals and Serial Killers. Don't worry about me, I'm just curious. Let me know if I've started going too bizzare. I wouldn't have the strenght to chop someone up if I killed them, I even have difficulty cutting chicken up. And of course the killing would be kind of difficult aswell, cos I'm really not into that kind of thing and my concience is too strong, it fights the evil that sits on my other shoulder and usually wins. I have an evil thought, then suddenly it is blasted down by the sensible solution, and ....it's just that I've watched that scene from Animal House too much. Anyway, I just wanted to know what kind of people would do such a thing, and in half the cases they were really poor people in Russia and surrounding areas who didn't have the money to buy food, so this was the cheaper way out. Of course there were some that did it because they enjoyed it, but the thought of finding a bit of human skin on your meat is enough to put you off at a thought. Anyway, enough of the stuff I get up to in my spare time. I remembered something else about yesterday and some of today.
Chin pain. You know I said my ribs hurt a couple of days ago. Well, I've put that down to just being a bruise. I haven't got a clue how I got it, but that's my diagnosis. Now chin pain. I usually get a combined chin and back pain when I'm suffering from PMS. Don't ask me how my chin got involved in my monthly mood swings and pains, but it has. It's really wierd. Anyway, it's nothing to worry myself about. Don't I sound like a wonderful self doctor? I mean, I haven't seen a doctor since I was about 10, the last time I saw Dr Hunter was when I had a stomache upset and I must have been really bad for my mum to take me to a doctor, considering she and my dad are both doctors. The ironic thing is that he prescribed Lucozade. So I don't do doctors. I live with 2 of them, party with loads of them, but I wont go and see one. I guess it's because I've never had to, and if I was dying, I'm sure my parents would do something about it, so why waste GPs time when they can be chatting away to hypocondriacs who need them more than I do. I guess one of these days I'll have to go and have a check up, but I have been delaying this since I was 18, and Dr Nethisinghe, my mum, says I don't need to, and I am perfectly healthy, so I don't worry. I figure as long as I am not dying, I'll be OK. Talking of which I really ought to get some health insurance, cos you never know when you're going to need it. Admitadly, the last time I used mine was when I had my wisdom teeth out when I was 17. Jaw pain's back again. I guess it heard it's name and came out as a sympathy pain for me, just as circumstantial evidence that it does hurt, but you can't really appreciate that when it's just written down.
Talking of which, I'm considering changing my writing syle. It'll probably take ages to do, cos I've always written like this and you know how much I dislike change, but once you start reading stuff, you notice how other people write and wonder if your writing stlye needs a change of character. I wouldn't hold your breath though, waiting for a dramatic change, so that I could become a serious writer. I mean if I write like this, it's just the way my head works.
