I’d like to be more interesting, but I’m kind of not today. I’ve been working over the weekend, so I’m tired and stressed and crazily looking forward to Friday.
Facebook calls to me every once in a while. Mostly when I find out that I’ve actually missed out on things because I wasn’t online – things about the D&D game that I’m going to be playing soon, and other such thrilling wonders.
I’ve been looking into jobs a bit more – still figuring out what I want to do. If nothing else comes up and enthralls me I’m settling more on teaching. I’m good with kids, I like the idea of working with children and it seems like my kind of thing. But not just yet, I don’t want to get stuck in anything too soon. I’m looking at charity work, museum work and other such joys at the moment. It’s a good distraction, but I can’t apply for anything properly yet as I need to get past the exam period so I can’t really work until June.
Yesterday, as I’m sure you’re well aware, was St Patrick’s day. I haven’t a trace of the Irish in me (despite my ferociously ginger hair at the moment), but I couldn’t turn down a free entry acoustic night at a local pub/bar place. Sadly it was a tad disappointing – one of the lads had a voice so nasal it made one of my friends dub him the “cat in a human-suit”. We followed up with a trip to a new restaurant in Nottingham called Turtle Bay – does stupidly strong cocktails but rather tasty food. Hairy and I had already had dinner – vegetable pie with a stuffing top (about as delicious as it sounds!) but then Hairy had to start thinking about food and wanted to get some. Two dinners last night, and two breakfasts this morning. I’m fairly sure I should be training for a marathon or something on that!
Hairy’s Nottingham brother treated me to breakfast this morning as we haven’t seen each other in a while, and he had a haircut in town. Rather lovely Eggs Benedict (slightly cold though) at Frankie and Benny’s, only a fiver as it was before midday. I also got told I would make a good female power lifter because I’m basically built like an outhouse – yay for slightly weird compliments! I think mostly it’s because everyone else I know is absolutely tiny, even if they’re tall.
I shall think of something worthwhile to write at some point. I miss singing in a choir, and I want more time to play my harp. It’s been sat around for the past few weeks and I won’t get any better until I have time to practice. I’m slightly worried about Hairy – he could do with a new job, because for the past few weeks he’s been so tired and stressed that we haven’t had any time to do anything apart from eat dinner and collapse. Hopefully, as he’s having an early bro-night tonight, they’ll get something in motion because I don’t want him to be not happy like this.
YAY! Depressing post. I need coffee.