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Wednesday 17.12.03 | PHONED my brother up this morning, who, unlike me, is wonderful, organised and practical, especially with regards to Christmas, and asked him what to do about lack-of-bought-present-situtation. Conversation went approximately as follows: Si:'So you haven't got any presents for anyone yet?' Me:'Yes! No.' It transpires that, with his help, I have already managed to actually do 90% of said shopping, and all that is left is a quick trip to John Lewis to manically look around the food department, and I am done. Sorted :-) Thursday 17.12.03 GIGGLE, fuck. Have done something particularly blonde. Right, so the story starts a few weeks ago, when my insane Iranian landlord leaves all his tools dumped in a plastic bag in our flat, outside Anna's room. What he was 'working' on at the time escapes me, and it's irrelevant anyway. He told Charlie at the time that he was leaving his tools there, but somehow this message didn't quite make it to me, and thinking that the plastic bag was rubbish and that I was being helpful, I chucked it away. This all came to light this morning when the landlord came round, asking where his tools were. Oops. I feel terrible, but I can't help giggling about it either, and thinking what a stupid fucker he was to just leave them there in a plastic bag. Admittedly, I was a bit of a daft cow not to look in the bag to make sure it was rubbish, and it Charlie could have perhaps been a mite bit more communicative with regards to the strange plastic bag in our hallway, but never mind, no point crying over trashed tools. Friday 19.12.03 "'Joan, you can`t talk about music. Talking about music is like dancing about architecture.` And I just said, `well, if you`re gonna get all philosophical on me it`s just as well as to talk about a lot of things. Like love for instance`. And my friend laughed and he said, `definitely, most definitely. Talking about love is like dancing about architecture`." Saturday 20.12.03 NOT, you understand, that I was planning to do any work today anyway, but even if I had been, it's just all gone out of the window. My landlord has just turned up with a rasta builder and the rasta builder's daughter. Rasta has started to immediately drill something in Anna's room. I am cowering in mine, alternatively in fear and in fits of giggles at the thought of Anna's face when she gets home, which she will do soon. So I ask rasta builder if he wants a drink or something, and he looks at me, smiles, and says 'Got any drugs?' Yes, he was kidding, yes I know, and yes, he then got his 4-year-old daughter to translate that 'drugs' means coffee in rasta-builder speak but oh my god I need to get out of here before I throw anyone's tools away or anything.... Monday 22.12.03 JUST to get into the spirit of things, I have finally managed to set up one of these - charitable contributions welcome :-) Tuesday 23.12.03 I know it's Christmas and so forth and so taking time off my studies is perfectly allowed, I'm just mildly concerned at the strength of my apathy towards anything to do with my degree at the moment. This is not the time to stop caring about my work. Oh well. | ||
