Thursday, December 09, 2004
I feel a tumour coming on.
Once again, it’s only Thursday but I feel the weekend coming, as DJ Craig writes in a surprisingly familiar sounding vain “Can't wait for this weekend. Do you ever find yourself living for the weekends?”
I have soo many things to do of far greater priority than this, so if you were thinking about getting annoyed at me for making time to write this post rather than do something that I have promised I’ll do for you then I’m sorry, cause you’re totally right. This list includes but is not limited to:
# NYE party invitations (not coming along very well considering it is now the 9th Dec, but there will be a fantastic party with all the bells and whistles, fairy lights, foos ball, jelly shots, punch, baked snacks and more to be announced, so keep the night free)
# tg’s thoughtful present for her beau (this will be ready by Christmas, promise)
# any of the ten million tasks on my work to do list
# finding and sending certain information that I have already provided to an annoying international bank that requires me to send them again and has the volume on their stupid automated phone answerer too loud such that I can’t stand to call them and tell them that I already sent the information b4
Great, after listing just those four things (albeit item 3 makes it ten million and three) my enthusiasm for the coming weekend has been squashed by the pressing nature of these tasks and now I feel a headache, or perhaps a tumour coming on.
PS – notice I used the word ‘albeit’ again, and I have reverted to using the word ‘correct’ in place of the word ‘yes’ again too. These are clear signs that I need more weekend and less weekdays. (I have also noticed my overuse in conversation of the word ‘clear’ and ‘clearly’ too)
PPS – Friday night doing a stint of bar work with the girls for Msy who said to wear comfortable shoes and slutty tops, mtb thinks it is going to be like coyote ugly and tg said she doesn’t do slutty uppers. Should be a funni night.
¶ 4:38 PM
Once again, it’s only Thursday but I feel the weekend coming, as DJ Craig writes in a surprisingly familiar sounding vain “Can't wait for this weekend. Do you ever find yourself living for the weekends?”
I have soo many things to do of far greater priority than this, so if you were thinking about getting annoyed at me for making time to write this post rather than do something that I have promised I’ll do for you then I’m sorry, cause you’re totally right. This list includes but is not limited to:
# NYE party invitations (not coming along very well considering it is now the 9th Dec, but there will be a fantastic party with all the bells and whistles, fairy lights, foos ball, jelly shots, punch, baked snacks and more to be announced, so keep the night free)
# tg’s thoughtful present for her beau (this will be ready by Christmas, promise)
# any of the ten million tasks on my work to do list
# finding and sending certain information that I have already provided to an annoying international bank that requires me to send them again and has the volume on their stupid automated phone answerer too loud such that I can’t stand to call them and tell them that I already sent the information b4
Great, after listing just those four things (albeit item 3 makes it ten million and three) my enthusiasm for the coming weekend has been squashed by the pressing nature of these tasks and now I feel a headache, or perhaps a tumour coming on.
PS – notice I used the word ‘albeit’ again, and I have reverted to using the word ‘correct’ in place of the word ‘yes’ again too. These are clear signs that I need more weekend and less weekdays. (I have also noticed my overuse in conversation of the word ‘clear’ and ‘clearly’ too)
PPS – Friday night doing a stint of bar work with the girls for Msy who said to wear comfortable shoes and slutty tops, mtb thinks it is going to be like coyote ugly and tg said she doesn’t do slutty uppers. Should be a funni night.
¶ 4:38 PM
