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I've been up all night and I feel lightheaded, giddy and achey all over! But at least I ain't got work...
now i just feel shit.
you're a morning person, i.e. normal.
i've got to construct my appeal today, which will be fun, as i've no idea what i'm doing.
Dismissal related? PM me, if I can get a spare hour between meetings today I'll help you
woke up this morning feeling pretty damn great. Got to work an hour early meaning an hour or so of peace and quiet. If TfL can finally refund my Oyster card £6 then I'll be a happy little chappy.
And they did refund me £6. Only took them 41 days to do it.
I've had to top it up when I bought it so I stuck a tenner on it. I need to travel from Euston to Wimbledon via Oxford Circus and Shepherd's Bush. Then next day from Wimbledon back to Euston. Will £10 be enough?
Pass. I suspect it might not quite be. The TfL website isn't much help either.
I work it out at £8.80 so you should manage.
Ive got a busy day today
So much work to get through, but ive got coffee, a fresh pack of marlboro reds and boxing to look forward to this eve'
But Groove Armada were pretty good, and the support turned out to be my old mates, who are fucking ace. Yeah!
Other than that im grouchy because my caffetiere is broken. Cruddles.
I've managed to cut down to one or two a day, so I'm not drinking that shit if it's my only fix.
the little'un is getting out of her "waking up happy and crawling round the cot cosily at 5am" stage so i've felt a bit more human these past couple of days.
It's sunny and warm(ish) here today and i've found out that i get a day off work in a couple of weeks to sit in a university, eat biscuits, drink squash and talk about computers and stuff.
Thursday is good so far!
but I'm leaving at 4pm to go drink and see Los Campesinos! and then I have tomorrow off. SO THATS ALL VERY GOOD REALLY.
you sound like you need beans on toast.
I feel really weird because I got a good mark for my poetry unit, which is good, but means I'm now expected to write more poetry. I think I might have to do some serious drinking first.
and poetry should be written whilst intoxicated, of course. all the greats were pissed.
he always looks hungover at saturday day-schools. apparently rimbaud drunk a lot of absinthe.
"the Poet makes himself a seer by a long, immense and systematic derangement of all the senses" - i.e get absolutely fucked and then write down what pops into your polluted brain.
Yes. This is exactly what I meant to write.
I am feeling very cheerful and breezy, perhaps helped by yet an0ther gorgeous morning in Glasgow (it use to rain here a lot).
Last night was spent in the CCA watching some sort of visual art performance which was brilliant, followed by some food and wine. Tonight i am off to the tramway for another chapter of Lo-Pan's big week of culture and performance art as organised by his gf :)
P.S Free wine all night tonight :)
AND TOTAL FREE-WINE BRIBERY! :)
I am feeling very cheerful and breezy, perhaps helped by yet another gorgeous morning in Glasgow (it use to rain here a lot).
Last sat was spent in the former meat market watching some sort of screening about urban space which was brilliant, followed by some soup and breadsticks. Tonight i am off to 'first thursday' at Trongate103 for another chapter of TheWza's big week of culture and performance art as organised by his gf :)
P.S Free wine tonight :)
That is fucking spooky.
Thank god for cultured girlfriends with access to free wine :)
Well i hope you enjoy the tron tonight. I am off to a contemporary dance thing tonight by some dance company from Paris who are apparently a 'big deal'
I'm viciously jealous of you right now.
I would like to know what the FUCK I have to do to get decent take-away porridge in this bloody city. The sweet milky "let's add lots of fruit and other gay stuff" fascists seem to have taken over the porridge-making world. Where in the name of God can I buy some PROPER porridge (i.e. Made with salt and water and only a hint of milk added at the end- the stuff that, left for a minute or 2 will start to set so that you could almost slice it like a pie. The stuff that my great-granndmother used to pour into the dresser drawers- lined with waxed paper of course- and leave to solidify).
I'm going to have to fucking well make my own, aren't I? This is really distressing me, and to the woman in EAT in cross street manchester, you can get RIGHT TO FUCK :(
Other than that, I am stupidly happy that it is tThursday- today could only be improved if it, in fact, turned out to be tomorrow.
Finding good porrige is hard work, the only place i have found decent porridge outwith my mums is a wee stall at Glastonbury.
Good luck with the porridge hunt :)
but you still have to heat it yourself so that's kind of pointless as you could just make it yourself.
Don't Shlurp do it? I think they do? On Brazenose Street, and I imagine Cup do too, that's nice and close for you and probably pretty good. Mmm porridge.
Sorry, I perhaps ought to have mentioned that :)
Don't be too jealous- I feel crap, gonna grab three hrs sleep then more uni work work work
still waiting to hear about a job that I want SO much but have now decided I've not got :(
The council are fucking me around and have sent me £59 so far this month to pay my rent and the bar have given me ONE SHIFT. FFS.
Other than that I found a sweet potato I didn't know I had and last night I made harira, minus the meat, and it was bloody awesome and I have plenty left for lunch and dinner. If you skip the meat (but it would be SO good with it) then not only is it healthy and filling but cheap too...
I am gonna make the shit out of that.
With lamb, obvs.
I can only imagine how amazing it is with lamb.
disgusting. going to do an essay now
I also got a meatball marinara sub at 9am. well jackson!