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Monday morning
Nov. 26th, 2007 10:53 amMonday morning, sitting around the breakfast table. Rose sits to my right, knitting golden kittens, discussing leaving times with Sarah, who sits next to her, eating the boiled eggs Imade for her and Debbie.
Debbie, of course, is upstairs, attempting to reconstitute herself from last night's hangover.
I just read out the end of the last entry, where Morag was making tea, thus making Morag rather happy. It's amazing how much the small bits of recognition matter, being remembered by your friends, feeling included. I can get quietly neurotic about my friends sometimes, worried that they're having more fun without me - I used to have appalling problems going to bed if anyone was still up, because it always sounded like more fun than it was when I was actually there.
Asiding even further, I suddenly can't remember if I repeated the story a friend told me where they were at a convention, sitting in a corridoor drunkenly partying with a group of friends. She pointed up the corridoor at another group and said "They look like they're having loads more fun than us." to which their friend replied "That's a mirror."
Anyway, if I have mentioned that story then I'm sure half of you didn't read it anyway. See - friends neurosis :->
During the time it took me to write that we had three conversations, Morag videod lots of stuff, Rose shouted at her wool, Morvern finally arose from her pit, and Debbie peeled an egg in a novel way. Which just goes to show that you can't actually diarise your experiences. Some day I'm sure we'll all have video cameras built into our eyeballs, and be uploading amusing snippets of our day to YouTube as they happen, but then we'll need to slow the rotation of the planet to give us all time to catch up with the amusing adventures our friends have had while we were out uploading videos of our cats falling off of our tables.
I have no idea how much sense the above makes, as I'm writing this on my phone, I can only read the last fifty words and scrolling back up is frankly more effort than I can be bothered with.
Yesterday was nice and relaxing. we slumped around the place all morning, and then Debbie and Sarah and Morag and I went for a walk in the afternoon. This rapidly turned into Sarah and Debbie walking together while myself and Morag trailed behind, setting the world to rights.
Eventually Sarah and Debbie headed back for sandwiches and legal revision while Morag and I wandered on in search of a lighthouse that was presumably constantly hiding around the next corner. We eventually arrived back, my fingers slowly turning blue, the sky gone entirely black and warmed ourselves with tea (and in my case microwaved scotch eggs).
Rose made a lovely vegetable and pasta bake which I thoroughly enjoyed despite the lack of meat. In fact, while everyone else ate the cake Rose had made for dessert I had seconds of the bake. I wonder if I'm going to have put on weight by the end of the week. We then decamped to the living room and discussed when to watch Velvet Goldmine for half an hour before deciding to play Buzz instead. Hazel had lent us her PS2 to watch DVDs on, but so far it's been used solely for playing SingStar and Buzz. Bex and I won the first game, and Rose and Morvern won the second game.
And then there was drunken lying about in front of the fire until Debbie/Morag collapsed off to bed, then _more_ lying about, and then my eyes became slightly painful to keep open and I threw everyone out of the lounge so I could sleep.
Which reminds me - pyjamas! I haven't worn clothes to sleep in since I was 13, but what with sleeping in the living room, the bathroom being upstairs, and not having thought to bring my dressing gown I had to warn people to watch out for me in a towel. At which point Bex lent me her pyjamas, which were actually fantastically comfortable, as well as being stripy in a fashionable prison convict style. Which is why I'm currently sitting at the long kitchen table in my pyjamas, listening to Debbie demand that Morag sing the Fury of Dracula song that Debbie wrote last night.
And with that it's time to hang up the keyboard and get back to actually enjoying the holiday (current discussion - how much you should dock students who cite wikipedia in Essays).
Debbie, of course, is upstairs, attempting to reconstitute herself from last night's hangover.
I just read out the end of the last entry, where Morag was making tea, thus making Morag rather happy. It's amazing how much the small bits of recognition matter, being remembered by your friends, feeling included. I can get quietly neurotic about my friends sometimes, worried that they're having more fun without me - I used to have appalling problems going to bed if anyone was still up, because it always sounded like more fun than it was when I was actually there.
Asiding even further, I suddenly can't remember if I repeated the story a friend told me where they were at a convention, sitting in a corridoor drunkenly partying with a group of friends. She pointed up the corridoor at another group and said "They look like they're having loads more fun than us." to which their friend replied "That's a mirror."
Anyway, if I have mentioned that story then I'm sure half of you didn't read it anyway. See - friends neurosis :->
During the time it took me to write that we had three conversations, Morag videod lots of stuff, Rose shouted at her wool, Morvern finally arose from her pit, and Debbie peeled an egg in a novel way. Which just goes to show that you can't actually diarise your experiences. Some day I'm sure we'll all have video cameras built into our eyeballs, and be uploading amusing snippets of our day to YouTube as they happen, but then we'll need to slow the rotation of the planet to give us all time to catch up with the amusing adventures our friends have had while we were out uploading videos of our cats falling off of our tables.
I have no idea how much sense the above makes, as I'm writing this on my phone, I can only read the last fifty words and scrolling back up is frankly more effort than I can be bothered with.
Yesterday was nice and relaxing. we slumped around the place all morning, and then Debbie and Sarah and Morag and I went for a walk in the afternoon. This rapidly turned into Sarah and Debbie walking together while myself and Morag trailed behind, setting the world to rights.
Eventually Sarah and Debbie headed back for sandwiches and legal revision while Morag and I wandered on in search of a lighthouse that was presumably constantly hiding around the next corner. We eventually arrived back, my fingers slowly turning blue, the sky gone entirely black and warmed ourselves with tea (and in my case microwaved scotch eggs).
Rose made a lovely vegetable and pasta bake which I thoroughly enjoyed despite the lack of meat. In fact, while everyone else ate the cake Rose had made for dessert I had seconds of the bake. I wonder if I'm going to have put on weight by the end of the week. We then decamped to the living room and discussed when to watch Velvet Goldmine for half an hour before deciding to play Buzz instead. Hazel had lent us her PS2 to watch DVDs on, but so far it's been used solely for playing SingStar and Buzz. Bex and I won the first game, and Rose and Morvern won the second game.
And then there was drunken lying about in front of the fire until Debbie/Morag collapsed off to bed, then _more_ lying about, and then my eyes became slightly painful to keep open and I threw everyone out of the lounge so I could sleep.
Which reminds me - pyjamas! I haven't worn clothes to sleep in since I was 13, but what with sleeping in the living room, the bathroom being upstairs, and not having thought to bring my dressing gown I had to warn people to watch out for me in a towel. At which point Bex lent me her pyjamas, which were actually fantastically comfortable, as well as being stripy in a fashionable prison convict style. Which is why I'm currently sitting at the long kitchen table in my pyjamas, listening to Debbie demand that Morag sing the Fury of Dracula song that Debbie wrote last night.
And with that it's time to hang up the keyboard and get back to actually enjoying the holiday (current discussion - how much you should dock students who cite wikipedia in Essays).
