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Let me SLEEP!
Sep. 15th, 2002 11:24 pmAh, home at last. We had something like 3700 tickets to change tonight. We didn't even get half of them done. They wanted me to come back tomorrow to help finish off but I said I couldn't. I have better things to do on a Monday morning y'know.
Like sleeping.
But at least I got home to roast pork and a mountain of roasted tatties.
I love my mum, she makes an extra EXTRA late dinner on a Sunday night just for me, and puts up so well with the males of the household whining because they're hungry.
Oh, and I came home to a pint and a half of chilled Strongbow that went RIGHT to my head cause I hadn't eaten since lunchtime. A good 9 and a half hours before I got home.
Tonight we saw a very stupid Kung-fu movie spoof called Kung Pow!
I swear, you've seen nothing till you've seen a ninja Cow beating the shit outta' someone in a Matrix-style bullet-time flying-bullets-of-milk type scene...
It was very funny... either that or the whack on the head I got when I stood up too fast and hit myself on an overhanging shelf had more of an effect that I realised.
In less optimistic news... Rachie's granny's funeral tomorrow. I phoned her in my break to see how she was.
She said she was doing OK. More concerned by being put on the New Deal 2-week thing that ended up making me sign off and the possibilty of having to find a new place to live than actually about her grandma.
Well, so she says anyway.
Her exact words were "Neah, I'm OK, You should know, you've been here."
I didn't say anything. I spent a long long time telling everyone, including myself, that I was fine, then an even longer time falling apart.
I'd save her the experience, but it's not something you can save people from. I know sure as all hell that I never would have listened in the same situation.
Nothing you can do than be there if you're wanted.
*yawns* and now... as I'm a little on the sloshed side and too far gone to care about hunting through for typos in this post, I shall away.
I need sleep and lots of it.
Like sleeping.
But at least I got home to roast pork and a mountain of roasted tatties.
I love my mum, she makes an extra EXTRA late dinner on a Sunday night just for me, and puts up so well with the males of the household whining because they're hungry.
Oh, and I came home to a pint and a half of chilled Strongbow that went RIGHT to my head cause I hadn't eaten since lunchtime. A good 9 and a half hours before I got home.
Tonight we saw a very stupid Kung-fu movie spoof called Kung Pow!
I swear, you've seen nothing till you've seen a ninja Cow beating the shit outta' someone in a Matrix-style bullet-time flying-bullets-of-milk type scene...
It was very funny... either that or the whack on the head I got when I stood up too fast and hit myself on an overhanging shelf had more of an effect that I realised.
In less optimistic news... Rachie's granny's funeral tomorrow. I phoned her in my break to see how she was.
She said she was doing OK. More concerned by being put on the New Deal 2-week thing that ended up making me sign off and the possibilty of having to find a new place to live than actually about her grandma.
Well, so she says anyway.
Her exact words were "Neah, I'm OK, You should know, you've been here."
I didn't say anything. I spent a long long time telling everyone, including myself, that I was fine, then an even longer time falling apart.
I'd save her the experience, but it's not something you can save people from. I know sure as all hell that I never would have listened in the same situation.
Nothing you can do than be there if you're wanted.
*yawns* and now... as I'm a little on the sloshed side and too far gone to care about hunting through for typos in this post, I shall away.
I need sleep and lots of it.
