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The day after the night before

on Jan 8, 2014

So. Yesterday was a bit shit, wasn’t it? I’m trying hard not to panic. It’s not easy, but what does panicking accomplish? FUCK ALL, that’s what. Watching Celebrity Big Brother helps – I can channel my frustration at that smarmy prick from Blue. I’m also teaching myself video editing on the fly, which is keeping me occupied in the evenings. Not sure I mentioned it here (and if I did, there’s only a couple of us and some dust bunnies reading, so no-one can be blamed for forgetting), but Saturday night I stopped putting it off and did my first recording session (please watch/like/subscribe, even if you unsubscribe at a later date – help give my vids a push and make my NY resolution a reality!). I constantly talk to myself when gaming anyway, so it wasn’t hugely different from my typical Saturday night, and it’s been fun teaching...

The day with the missing childhood

on Jan 6, 2014

Retail therapy fixes everything. Right? Right. (Well. Besides money problems. BUT LET’S GLOSS OVER THAT SHALL WE.) Took S out for a Last Hurray at Starbucks, where we bathed in hazelhut hot chocs and scrummy blueberry muffins. Then I picked up some make-up – have been running on empty tubes since way before Christmas – and some veg for dinner. Probably shouldn’t have, but I also treated S to a onesie. Hehe. He didn’t own one (and kind of failed to see the appeal), but we were going past Next and saw an awesome Angry Birds one, and he was swayed by the plain black – but SUPER fluffy – material. Had to buy age 11-12yrs, even though he’s only just turned ten. WTF. Where’s my little boy gone?!

Protected: The day with the reset

on Jan 6, 2014

The post here is protected, probably because I’m ranting about something (read: someone) in my life and am trying to spare feelings. You don’t have to miss out, though. Providing we’re somewhat acquainted (but don’t share DNA), you can ask for the password via my contact page!

The day with the alphabetising joy

on Jan 3, 2014

Today’s chiefly been a pyjama day. Yep, again. It’s cold and stormy out, which is not good considering I rarely want to leave the house even when it’s warm and sunny. (Heh.) M and S did venture out long enough to pick up a DVD tower from IKEA, so I spent the afternoon doing one of my favourite things: re-organising our 300+ DVD collection. My God, I love alphabetising shit. It’s taken almost three years, but just before Christmas we removed the dog’s crate from the dining room. I kept putting it off as, despite never using it for sleep/safety reasons, Wesk still loved it, often running to it as his Special Place if chastised or given a special treat. Trouble is, it was huge – and our dining room was not. So it’s gone – replaced with a much more small-room-friendly doggy bed cushion and a box to keep all of his toys safe – and...

The day I was REALLY glad I was still on holiday

on Jan 2, 2014

The quotes – do they bother you? I hope not. 2013 was a year chocful of melancholic reflection, and as a lover of a wonderful turn of phrase, it’s these kind of poncey quotes and lyrics that kept me going. I try and avoid the really cheesy, cliched ones – no, really, I swear – but ones like the Churchill quote resonate in weird and wholly wonderful ways. I hope they do for you, too. If not – well, I don’t know what to tell you. You might need to close your eyes for every other post, dude. (Psst. If you have any favourites that you think I may love, please do share!) Today’s been surprisingly productive – well, so far, at least. I spent the morning lying beside my snoring spouse in bed, hammering my way through a very full inbox and talking bollocks on Twitter (as I’m wont to do these days). I am so very happy that I’m not yet...

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