I woke up around 10.30am. I went to Silke's room and turned on the television. A whole lot of pointless tv shows - I told Kevin I would cook breakfast if he bought The Guardian. I don't read the main news anymore (due to my insistence in keeping my blood pressure low) but I like The Guardian's Guide and Review sections. He went and I fried some sunny-side-up eggs, heated up some baked beans, toasted some bread and made some tea. We ate in silence, reading bits and pieces from the paper.
Around 11.30am I prostrated myself in front of the TV again. More nausea at the sight of Karaoke Idols and useless Pop Groups. If an "artist" doesn't write their songs, doesn't play any instruments, and needs backing singers to carry a song - well, you just know they are shit. Please, let's stop supporting this shit industry! Ok, back to update: decided it was more interesting to play videogames. Am currently half-way through Metroid Prime (I say this in a very neebish sort of way). I play it for a good two hours.
2.30pm, Kevin and I get ready to go to Sainsbury's for weekly shopping. We sort out recycling into plastic bags and take them with us. I also take those lovely and dear pieces of clothing I ruined with bleach when I was cleaning the bathroom. Hope someone in Oxfam has better use for them. The supermarket is it's usual packed. A child screams for half-hour without taking a breather. I think of precocious Opera singers. We fill our shopping cart with yummy food and drinks. We spend a lot of money. We take the bus home and, as we are putting the food in the fridge, I get hyper from a couple of cookies. I play music very loud and hope neighbour downstairs are irritated.
Neighbours downstairs don't like us; we don't like them as well.
I fight off urge to go on Livejournal. I can't anyways because Kevin is working on his portfolio. He is applying to various art schools for a Master starting in September. I'm avoiding any thoughts of returning to school. I go to the bedroom and write in my paper journal for two hours (in between that, I make some coffee with steamed milk - I'm fancy like that.) I listen to O.M.D.'s "Dazzle Ships" and a couple of cds I got free from Uncut magazine (I'm going to throw the cds away but I wanted to find good songs in them to burn onto a single cd.) Around 6pm I give up doodling and rambling for a fantasy novel I'm reading (and NO, I do not play Role Playing Games. I have nothing against people who play them, but it's not my thing... but I do love some fantasy or science fiction sometimes, if it's well written. Guy Gabriel Kay happens to write very well. The novel I'm reading by him is inspired on the Byzantine period, and is the story of a mosaist. No funny goblins there.) Because I'm neebish, I decide it would be good to read novel with a dictionary and learn some new worlds. I have a sudden urge to study my french exercise books, but I don't do it.
9pm, the only good thing on television comes on: Dalziel and Pascoe!!! Great, great mystery drama. If you can ever watch this, do it. And the actor who plays
Pascoe is so cute... say whatever you will, this man is a perfect specimen. The show, as expected is excellent. During the show, Kevin cooks us a Mexican meal (with some tortilla wraps fished from the garbage bag - I threw them there earlier because I thought they were old... hmm, yummy stuff.)
Around 11.00 pm I retire to the red bedroom. I read for another half hour, brush my teeth, tuck myself into bed and fall fast asleep.
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