Where do we go, nobody knows,
I've gotta say I'm on my way down,
God give me style and give me grace,
God put a smile upon my face ..
I've gotta say I'm on my way down,
God give me style and give me grace,
God put a smile upon my face ..
I was at home again this weekend, having worked mothers day. It seemed a fairyly uneventful shift, which is strange for such a busy occasion, but that might have been because I was so god-damned tired. I forget how many hours I'd been awake for, but it was certainly well over 24. I was probably just nodding off a lot and missing important things, but I was split into the tips so I managed to do something right.
Hmmm. I thought I had more to say in this entry. I'll reach for things.
One of the weirder things about being really tired and sleeping at home after weeks in Leeds was the dreams I had. Probably because I'm over there so often, being in a different bed, even at home, feels kinda weird. You know when you sleep in a room or a bed other than your usual one, when you wake up without provocation, look around, wonder where the hell you are and hope to God your pants are still on? Yeah, it was like that.
In the first dream I was moving to Saudi Arabia, for reasons unknown, and was asking a travel agent what to do about a group of elephants in the desert. Y'know, desert elephants? The second, very nerve-racking one I recall, saw me in the aftermath of breaking one of the faces on Mt. Rushmore, and me being very worried about it. I've been striving all day to remember how I did it and which president it was, to no avail.
I also got another cracking spam email today, definitely up there in the top 10, alongside the blood clots and erectile dysfunction ones. This one was some corrupt online personals site, and the email contained what I assume was an example profile, which was a girl with a photo of her in a wedding dress. The description was "Don't be fooled by the dress! I just think I look good in that photo. (The marriage was a disaster!)"
So you have no better photos than of one from your failed wedding day? How about one of you at your gynaecologist's? Maybe one of you being given an ASBO? One of you at the park with your 11 year old daughter? A publicity photo from the Jeremy Kyle show - "I'm Not Your Baby's Father; Paternity Tests Revealed" perhaps?
I'll stop there.
I passed through Huddersfield today on my journey back to Leeds. There were people near the station handing out leaflets - "Stop the Suffering: Save Haiti." They're having some kind of meeting apparently; in the girls own words "It's going to be historic." Maybe so, and I'm all about preventing earthquakes, but I'm trying to get to Leeds! Don't kill my buzz, hippie! A woman near me however mentioned that the meeting sounded quite an interesting idea, but her boyfriend commented that he didn't want to save the Haitians on a Monday afternoon. The girl and I both agreed; mondays are the beginnings of busy weeks.
I'll save the world at the weekend.
Hmmm. I thought I had more to say in this entry. I'll reach for things.
One of the weirder things about being really tired and sleeping at home after weeks in Leeds was the dreams I had. Probably because I'm over there so often, being in a different bed, even at home, feels kinda weird. You know when you sleep in a room or a bed other than your usual one, when you wake up without provocation, look around, wonder where the hell you are and hope to God your pants are still on? Yeah, it was like that.
In the first dream I was moving to Saudi Arabia, for reasons unknown, and was asking a travel agent what to do about a group of elephants in the desert. Y'know, desert elephants? The second, very nerve-racking one I recall, saw me in the aftermath of breaking one of the faces on Mt. Rushmore, and me being very worried about it. I've been striving all day to remember how I did it and which president it was, to no avail.
I also got another cracking spam email today, definitely up there in the top 10, alongside the blood clots and erectile dysfunction ones. This one was some corrupt online personals site, and the email contained what I assume was an example profile, which was a girl with a photo of her in a wedding dress. The description was "Don't be fooled by the dress! I just think I look good in that photo. (The marriage was a disaster!)"
So you have no better photos than of one from your failed wedding day? How about one of you at your gynaecologist's? Maybe one of you being given an ASBO? One of you at the park with your 11 year old daughter? A publicity photo from the Jeremy Kyle show - "I'm Not Your Baby's Father; Paternity Tests Revealed" perhaps?
I'll stop there.
I passed through Huddersfield today on my journey back to Leeds. There were people near the station handing out leaflets - "Stop the Suffering: Save Haiti." They're having some kind of meeting apparently; in the girls own words "It's going to be historic." Maybe so, and I'm all about preventing earthquakes, but I'm trying to get to Leeds! Don't kill my buzz, hippie! A woman near me however mentioned that the meeting sounded quite an interesting idea, but her boyfriend commented that he didn't want to save the Haitians on a Monday afternoon. The girl and I both agreed; mondays are the beginnings of busy weeks.
I'll save the world at the weekend.
