Highly Strung

I would love if this was to work out well: Halp. This is the sort of thing Tim Berners-Lee had in mind early on. Communication people, communication!

So, so tired this evening, a night of wine, food and chat and a bout of period pain had me awake at 5am this morning. What’s in order now is a night horizontal on my couch..an extended time of shutting off to recharge the batteries for the coming week.

Rather excitingly the Boyf has a very special birthday on Thursday. He’s done rather well to gather together 12 of his nearest and dearest to help celebrate with the traditional British fare of beer followed by curry…it’s only right really.

Every Thursday as I struggle down my stairs, bike on shoulder, I pass by homeboy neighbours door, outside it is two bags of groceries in Sainsburys bags. From the look of it it contains staple items such as milk, bread, butter, soap and every week – a large box of Kellogs Cornflakes.

The mystery is:

A – How does it get there?

B – When does it get there? This week he got home around 11.30pm the night before, yet the groceries were there at 6.55am the next morning

C – Are the groceries a front?

I have a couple of theories; maybe he is under house arrest and therefore his mum has spare keys and delivers them. Or maybe a local drug dealer drops them off for him and the cornflakes box actually contains some very special ‘mixed herbs’. Certainly the smell emanating from his house would indicate some fairly powerful herbs are being sparked up a regular basis, and there is little evidence of working type hours being kept. I imagine it’s pretty hard to hold down a job if you are stoned 24/7….

I shall continue to monitor the situation and if I see him in the hallway will check his person for signs of prison tag…

I Luf It!

The PVR is truly a wonderful machine. The things I can do with it, even the Boyf was impressed (and he owns one too, albeit a different brand). You should have seen his wee face light up when after he had been cruising the remote for 10 minutes, I sashayed over and slid the lower section down to reveal….ADVANCED FEATURES! Thereafter I left him to explore whilst finishing off dinner (I know my place..).

In other news I am going to Ikea tonight. Soon my flat will contain traces of me rather than just being an overpriced wardrobe/shagpad… Photos coming soon.

The PVR has arrived! Overly excited with my new bit of kit I intend to scoot home at lunchtime, on account of it being difficult to get it home by bike. Wonder exactly how long it will take me to set up tonight. Previous experience with bits of kit leads me to believe that I shouldn’t make any other plans like for example, cooking or eating for tonight. I assume the instructions will help.

There’s a bit of pressure to set it up correctly tonight before the Boyf comes round tomorrow. It’s not that I’m competitive (much), but more that he showed me up very badly after an extended period of me complaining about the non workingness of my Freeview box – turns out you need to plug an aerial into it – who knew? I suppose the error text which read ‘no RF input’ should have been a clue. Details, details – don’t bother me with details…

erm how is it that I spent 6 hours on my bike today – during which, it mostly rained, but now the sun is shining so bravely through my living room windows that I can’t see TV screen very well? This is unbelievable…

..has resumed.

Having arranged to meet a friend for cycling today, I couldn’t very well back out at the first sign of rain – dammit. Around 17mm of rain later I am safely and warmly back home. It’s taken a 20 minute shower and a Merino wool wrap, but I’m finally warm again.

50 miles of cycling (mostly in the rain) has plumb tuckered me out, still, I have a prune flavoured Activia yoghurt to look forward to yet…

I’d like to write a post in reference to my 34th birthday, but i just can’t muster the enthusiasm beyond this point.

Being slightly psychic is less fun than you’d think.

The post I wrote about being a princess on my birthday is strangely prophetic in a bad sort of way. It’s like my subconscious knew that there would be a high probablity of my birthday being quite shit, yet again this year. I really thought that this year I had cracked some sort of magic formula – apparently not.

Still, you never know I may be pleasantly surprised – for a pessimist I can be pretty bloody optimistic sometimes.

Contains original spelling:

Blister says: hey what up dog?

Kirses says: who is this?

Blister says: ha ha is me

Kirses says: you sis or u bro in law?

Blister says: guess

Kirses says: just wanted to find out before i tell u am constoipated

Kirses says: and uncomfortbaler

Blister says: u r aloud 10 questions

Kirses says: and my boyf is too

Kirses says: now i know its bro in law cos blister woudl never spell allowed in that way

Kirses says: or write in txt language

Blister says: 4 real

Kirses says: in fact sounds like neither – has a wayward teenager got on your compunter?

Blister says: fooled you sucka

Blister says: is me