Seriously, I’m sure everything was conspiring against me to make sure I had a horrible day. Too little sleep, slightly pointless lecture and getting soaked from head to foot by an overenthusiastic bus did not make a good day. I ran away from the world, got Hairy to make dinner and then stayed in and played Sims when he went out to pipe club. That game is bad for my life; I want to be able to do stuff without worrying about dissertation.
Today seemed to be starting off quite well, but Royal Mail has ballsed up again and for a third time has failed to show up with the Sky home hub that we need for our internet. Not happy at all about this, but I can’t phone them because I don’t have a land line yet (number waiting on Sky), and I’ve overrun my contracted minutes and so would be running up a giant bill. Also going to pick up the package from the Delivery Office is evil because I have no car and it’s a 6 mile hike there and back. Grarg and rage and general unhappy/angry face.
Good news: might be going to a girly night with Hairy tonight to catch up with a few friends and plait Hairy’s hair because he has SO much of the stuff. Do you think it’s weird for one of his co-workers to take down his hair and plait it for him during the day? I do, and it turns me into a raging ball of green fury (but only on the inside because it’s not his fault). Maybe I just have an overly large personal space bubble, but I think that’s pretty inappropriate and way too intimate. What do you think? Am I being possessive of Hairy’s dead keratin, or is she invading a personal space bubble?