Month: March 2001

Strange evolution – I’m currently reaching a stress free zone. Not sure if that is a good thing, and I know that sounds daft, but I fear I may relax so far I start speaking my mind. Telling people what I think, of them, of they way they are…wouldn’t really be right, I’m still figuring out who I am, and yes I am resigned to the fact that I will never have a definitive answer, although even that isn’t strictly true, the definition of me is an ever changing/evolving set of emotions that will forever be tied to the moment. Not as romantic as it sounds, trust me.

Now where was I? Ohh yesss, stress free. Happy, working hard but not too hard, and actually getting closer to an even keel. It’s a Wonderful Life (except I’m not sure who my Clarence is…)

God I hate spam. Believe it or not, I don’t want to see young naked chicks, I am quite happy with the size of penis and no I do not want to get rich quick. Lies of course which is how the damn stuff works, tapping into your deepest desires and promising you it all. Never realised spam was so…. deep.

Beginning to shake off weekend, and have been told how I got home on Friday night (relief, had all my clothes on, not that it is a normal for me to arrive home sans clothes or anything… honest – hey would I still be married?). Also was reminded of some conversations, cringeworthy stuff, but I have someone’s word that they won’t go further. Good thing is I know they won’t – that’s what friends are for…. (Jungle Book vultures song)

Nuts. I had planned to follow my carefully planned and thought out ‘to do’ list this week. It’s only Monday and I’m already behind. Bummer.

Still the sound of C’s laughter is cheering me up no end – you know the type, infectious and makes everyone smile.

Slightly concerned about a friend’s well-being at the moment, I’ve offered her support, just hope it’s not too serious and can be solved. Begrudingly paid my gas bill today. I’m hatching a scheme to try and get them back, but keep getting Bottom-esque exploits with gas pipes popping into my head – for those who don’t know (and I had really better explain) Bottom is a ‘sitcom’ by Rik Mayall and Ade Edmondson which is … well sitcom isn’t really the word – anarchic comedy based around gratuitous violence and sex might be a better description… or it might not…

Cold. So very cold. -9 C here when I got into work (maybe I should wait for the sun to come up?).

Currently embroiled in a phone war with British Gas. My point being that they offer the facility to change the payment date of your gas bill, but when you give them the date you will pay it on, and that date is only 1 week beyond the bill statement, they say – OK, but I should advise you that you will receive a disconnection note, and will be disconnected before that date. EH!!!??!! 1 lousy week. I can’t imagine that our lowly gas bill is so urgent that we are demanding of this attention, or that it is going to hold back their 3rd quarter earnings. This is all frustrating and disappointing, as we have spent a large part of last year re-structure, re-organizing and generally scrambling our way through the financial year.

And now it’s sooo cold. Heating on full bung. Can’t wait for the next gas bill.