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Month: January 2002

  • And Blogger is not functioning

    And Blogger is not functioning correctly either. Guh.

  • There’s nothing like being ill

    There’s nothing like being ill – shivery with a headache and sore throat accompanied by aching limbs – tired, cold, at home on your own with a silent phone to make you feel melancholy. gah! I promised myself I wouldn’t get melancholy without good reason, and look – failed already.
    Right now I could do with someone to gently rub the achiness from my shoulders, back and legs; to bring me a cup of tea; to cuddle up against me and keep me warm at night. I hate living alone and being ill – it’s the pits.

  • Forgot to give last week’s

    Forgot to give last week’s AFF score – a respectable 30 points, but I only moved two places up the league. I think it is fair to say at this stage in the season that I am unlikely to challenge for the top spot.
    This week’s TFF: a good 45 points, taking my total to 563.

  • Sore throat, tickly cough, aching

    Sore throat, tickly cough, aching shoulders and legs. This is going to be good day, I can tell.

  • Sorry I’ve been quiet today.

    Sorry I’ve been quiet today. Actually been working, on nursery things, plant fair things and a bit of college work too. Plus Blogger has had a few problems, but seems ok now.

  • Horoscope for today:Taurus You have

    Horoscope for today:

    Taurus
    You have something really wonderful and unique to give. The problem, however, is the person you want to give it to may not be in a position to appreciate such a token. What do you do? Well, it seems like you could reformulate the prize or give it to someone else. Actually, there is a third option that you may want to consider. It seems that you could also wait. That is, sit on your hands, take your time and do nothing. The more time you allow, the more you’ll give that other person a chance to come around.

    Now what?

  • How immensely sad. You really

    How immensely sad. You really can’t imagine how they feel, and that they have to go through it all in the public eye.

  • Oh joy. Tonight is the

    Oh joy. Tonight is the first night of the new term at college. I can barely wait.
    But, if I passed my exams before Christmas (unlikely – results at the end of February), and I pass my exams in June, then this will be the last term. Hurrah! And then I’ll have my diploma, my cap and gown, and the world will be my oyster. Or something.
    But I soooo don’t want to go to college. I mean, I want to finish my course, which is actually really interesting. And I definitely want to see everyone again. But I just don’t want to have to drag myself to college after work for three exciting hours with Eric (the tutor) droning on in the monotone he gets stuck in. I’d rather stay at home and veg out tonight.
    But I’ll go. Because if I skipped the class, I’d feel guilty. And it wouldn’t help me pass the exams, which I want to do more than anything.

  • Should we be worried that

    Should we be worried that the Russian military and nuclear power authorities have made decisions based on the word of an astrologer?

  • Sleep well last night? Good.

    Sleep well last night? Good. Now read this.