I go out with Giblet every so often, and remember why she's such good fun when drunk. Last night was a laugh, even if we didn't all end up in the same club post-double vodkas. And for anyone who's keeping count, Giblet pulled. Some Sainbury's guy in a leather jacket who wasn't entirely unattractive but didn't really set hearts a-flutter.
Di is back home again, so we met up for a quick lunch in town today which was fun. I restrained myself and bought nothing although a few items caught my eye, including a pair of *fabulous* purple trainers. Oh how I long for paid employment! Speaking of money, my mobile bill call through and I've pushed the £20 mark. How is that possible in a month? Especially when I get god-alone-knows how many minutes of free calls apparently both on and off peak. The real killer is the shitloads of text messages which I send. And to think genie.co.uk have cut my freebies down to 100 a month. How will I cope?!?!
Am taking Frole into creative computing tomorrow to see about shoving a little more RAM into the wee soul. He's a bit slow in his old age, and his mummy asked me to see about upgrading. I also stuck a new 40Gb hard drive in my own computer in order to put all of the Kazaa files (all 1500 of them) onto it, thus freeing up my old hard drive for important things like essays etc. But so far it's not formatting and causing me a few headaches. Remind me never to work with computers (in addition to children and animals.)
There's lots going on today, and as ever I'm sat in front of a computer for the most part of it. Although today there is a reason for that, which makes a welcome change.
I'm still unemployed, which is a little bit of an irritation, mainly because my idea of having a good time on holiday doesn't include a £500 overdraft. I keep telling myself that something will come up, but I guess I'll have to wait and see. Spoke to Mo on the phone last night - she wants me to come down to stay with her and Kevin for a bit, clean their house and clear out the garage etc. She'll pay me of course, and it'd be a fantastic chance to see more of London - I've not been down for about 4 years. Still, I don't know how I feel about taking money from members of my family. And if I was down there she'd be providing my food and board, so I really shouldn't be taking it off them anyways.
But nevermind. Anyway, I'm installing a card on the PC that will let me watch TV on the darned thing. No, it wasn't my idea, it was one of father's brilliant, fleeting thoughts that I should have a PC TV. Software not being his forte I'm left here attempting to install 523 different drivers and attach an appropriate aerial, all so that I can watch some TV in my bedroom. Yay. He means well, but that doesn't stop him from being a technological pain in the arse.
Shiv has skeedaddled off the Canada for a couple of weeks to see family, and Di is still in St. Andies, so it's pretty much me and Wilma. We hit the Shed with Gemma on Friday night, and I have to admit I had a ball. The club itself is lovely, and the clientel are a welcome change from the Garage. The men are older and sleazier however - can't win 'em all.
