Well, everyone deserves a good day after several truly shit ones.
And today is a good day.
I have absolutely no idea WHY, seeing as I woke up a 3am to throw up for no reason, then couldn't get back to sleep because my insides appeared to be being chewed through by a handful of nesting hamsters.
Then I had to get up and leave to come back to Brighton, it was pissing down with rain so I got soaked even with my broken brolly, and spent several hours on trains with wet feet and soggy shoes listening to people having moronic loud phone shouting matches about being on a train and what time it was and what time it would be when they got back in half an hour. Cunts. And the obligatory ipod so loud I could tell what they were listening to (that bloody Call On Me remix...on repeat. For an HOUR). Last time that happened I marched over and told them to turn it down, but today I felt sick and grotty and just wanted to curl up and die somewhere. At least I had a new book. Which I have now finished.
And now I'm back I have a host of angry emails from ebay people to deal with ("why didn't you send my thing yet?" "because you didn't pay me for 6 days, by which time I had gone away for the weekend...if you'd paid promptly, this wouldn't have happened so don't blame me"), and I'm meant to be meeting my soon to be flatmates (Did I say? House situation sorted! More on this later...), and I have a letter saying I owe the uni 93 (eh? I know I owe about a tenner in library fines, and 23 in electrical bills, where the hell did they get the rest from?!), and I still feel sick, and I get the odd second where I feel furiously angry before I manage to squidge it back into submission, and my room is a tip and I'm too tired and sick to sort it out, and I have no clean clothes, and I have to be at work in a bit, and...blah blah blah.
But it's still somehow a good day.
Maybe because I had sushi that was like a million mini gastronomic orgasms on the tongue.
Maybe because my mum is a sweetheart.
Maybe because I have delicious ginseng coffee that I have happily been drinking too much of (so much that my pee now smells of coffee).
Maybe because I'm going to meet the beautiful Irina tomorrow (though I'm shitting myself I won't be able to find her and we'll both wander around London train stations aimlessly until one of us gives up and goes home).
Maybe because I've sorted out major, end-of-the-world type arguments and now everything is okay (although it's utterly hideous making a grown man cry, and I didn't even hit him).
I have no idea. I suppose everything seems better in comparison when the thing before it was horrible.
And hey, if you've bought anything off me from ebay, quit your whining, the first thing anyone learns about me is that I am hideously, ridiculously disorganised. Deal with it.
And today is a good day.
I have absolutely no idea WHY, seeing as I woke up a 3am to throw up for no reason, then couldn't get back to sleep because my insides appeared to be being chewed through by a handful of nesting hamsters.
Then I had to get up and leave to come back to Brighton, it was pissing down with rain so I got soaked even with my broken brolly, and spent several hours on trains with wet feet and soggy shoes listening to people having moronic loud phone shouting matches about being on a train and what time it was and what time it would be when they got back in half an hour. Cunts. And the obligatory ipod so loud I could tell what they were listening to (that bloody Call On Me remix...on repeat. For an HOUR). Last time that happened I marched over and told them to turn it down, but today I felt sick and grotty and just wanted to curl up and die somewhere. At least I had a new book. Which I have now finished.
And now I'm back I have a host of angry emails from ebay people to deal with ("why didn't you send my thing yet?" "because you didn't pay me for 6 days, by which time I had gone away for the weekend...if you'd paid promptly, this wouldn't have happened so don't blame me"), and I'm meant to be meeting my soon to be flatmates (Did I say? House situation sorted! More on this later...), and I have a letter saying I owe the uni 93 (eh? I know I owe about a tenner in library fines, and 23 in electrical bills, where the hell did they get the rest from?!), and I still feel sick, and I get the odd second where I feel furiously angry before I manage to squidge it back into submission, and my room is a tip and I'm too tired and sick to sort it out, and I have no clean clothes, and I have to be at work in a bit, and...blah blah blah.
But it's still somehow a good day.
Maybe because I had sushi that was like a million mini gastronomic orgasms on the tongue.
Maybe because my mum is a sweetheart.
Maybe because I have delicious ginseng coffee that I have happily been drinking too much of (so much that my pee now smells of coffee).
Maybe because I'm going to meet the beautiful Irina tomorrow (though I'm shitting myself I won't be able to find her and we'll both wander around London train stations aimlessly until one of us gives up and goes home).
Maybe because I've sorted out major, end-of-the-world type arguments and now everything is okay (although it's utterly hideous making a grown man cry, and I didn't even hit him).
I have no idea. I suppose everything seems better in comparison when the thing before it was horrible.
And hey, if you've bought anything off me from ebay, quit your whining, the first thing anyone learns about me is that I am hideously, ridiculously disorganised. Deal with it.
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bairdduvessa:
feel better
remy:
Admit it. The best part of the day was the orgasm of the taste buds. Culinary delight is always my favorite part of the day.