dylan

I had interesting things to update but I totally can't remember what they were.
I'm at my mum's in Chesterfield and her computer is the biggest piece of crap.
I pressed the power button at 12.18 by the computer clock, and it has taken until now, 12.26, to load up this page and start typing. Kind if sucking out my will to live.
I went exploring at my dads house and found all kinds of fun things, like toys from when I was a kid hidden amongst the spiders in the loft, and dressing up costumes which I can't fit into anymore (speaking of which - I need a fabulous idea for a fancy dress costume for Saturday. I don't know a single person who will be there and will probably never see them again, so offending their sensibilities not a problem, however I only have 9.32 to my name right now so buying something not really an option. Suggestions?). I even found a jar of beetroot (who eats beetroot anyway?) with "Best Before - January 1993" written on it, amongst other delicacies dating fom the stoneage (Baking powder and jelly cake decorations which expired in 94, mustard and other condiments expired between 92-95, etc etc etc).
So I'm off to dip breadsticks in hummus and watch shite daytime tv. Hopefully Trisha will be on with another "Daughter - you disgust me, stop getting pregnant" (not even making up that title) or something. Channel 4 right now is showing something called "Fanny by gaslight" which I figure isn't going to be as fun as it sounds, but hey, I can hope.
Oh yeah also, I had a really weird phone call. It was early in the morning (well, I was still asleep) and I was in retardo mode so all I could do was grunt through the thick haze of sleep and hope it was all okay. I think, though I'm not sure, it was from someone at Bizarre, OR it was about something bizarre, and something about a photo and my permission. I'm now worried I've agreed to something stupid or someone has done something stupid and I've agreed to let them do it. So I can either worry, or I can forget about it and figure fuck it too late now. I also got a text letting me know that the house is "going to take longer than expected " WHAT A FUCKING SURPRISE! Every bloody time I talk to one of them they say it'll take another week longer than they expected, I don't know why they can't just look at it and go "oh bloody hell we're being ridiculous, of course it's going to take months longer than we said, there's NO BLOODY FRONT OR STAIRS". And something about rent but I wasn't paying attention and I'm not sure if I owe rent or if I don't owe rent or if rent is being calculated from some day different or what. I need to pay more attention to my phone.