Done

Not a lot for me to say today. Again, been fairly busy. Finished my course, which is all good news. It was informative. I bought Taking Back Sunday's first and second albums from HMV today, along with One Tree Hill season 5. Hence I earned 3500 points on their new 'PURE' card... they don't really explain what it does, you accrue points (1 per penny) and I assume thereby that somewhere along the line you qualify for money off. How much money per point it doesn't say. Or at least it didn't until I got bored reading the T&C's.

It's yet another lovely day at work to get excited about tomorrow. Oh yay oh yay. But then I get the watch the British GP this weekend too. On TV of course. F1 of course is falling apart, very dull. Just give them all a kick up the arse and sort it out. Easily said I suppose.

Also, I finished reading The Dice Man today...it's good, but far too long for what it does. Most of it becomes irrelevant for the last 200 pages or so bar the final 20. The important plot directions in those last 200 points are also glossed over, and the waffle is overly focused upon. I doubt I will read the sequel, for a while at least.

I suppose I ought to have better things to do of a Friday evening as a 20 year old student, but I clearly do not. I will watch Big Brother in 25 minutes, then watch new Dexter having caught up yesterday, then head to bed and watch yesterdays Daily Show, and today's if I am still awake (as I fell asleep during yesterdays). I think that is why I have been slightly more buoyant these last two days, I haven't been awake late into the night/early into the morning, so I haven't had time to just wallow and dwell on my twaticisms and feel self-pitying. That said the other night (Wednesday I think) I woke up following a wonderful dream where I was deeply in love and happy with some girl called Malena. We lived in some rural area and were at a barndance if that makes any difference. I woke up longing for the feeling of reciprocated love, and was disappointed that it wasn't there. Of course Malena doesn't exist, and in fact wasn't the sort of person I would typically find myself attracted to physically, slight, fairly short with long blonde hair. But I suppose that is by-the-by. Dreams are welcome though, since my father died I have found myself either not dreaming, or not remembering my dreams, so to dream is a definite relief. Sign that there can be hope in life.

Anyway, enough of my 'not a lot to say' rambling. I am going to enjoy a cup of tea, a quick peruse of the internet, and then join my mother in the living room to watch Big Brother.

I shall be back tomorrow most likely, as long as my afternoon nap doesn't last 3 and a half hours like it did last Sunday. Whooops.

Samuel