Dragging

I'm just dragging. Have been for the last 2 days. I keep meaning to get up and go for a jog, but it's just too damm sunny out. I can't decide what I want to do today, if I want to go to the library and then stop at H&M for that shirt, or if I want to blow it all off and hide inside (again). Also can't decide if I feel like spending the money to go dancing tonight or saving my precious pence, staying in and getting some serious sewing done.

Oh well, time enough to decide. Maybe I'll go take a shower and try to wake up.

Another Friday

But this one has a difference - I'm not heading out to the Ballroom tonight (shocking but true). I feel icky, so I'm going to get some more work done, maybe do some sewing, and rest up for tomorrow.

Tomorrow I'm going to go out and try to pick up this shirt at H&M, get some ginger and maybe a new paperback, and possibly see what Boots optical would like to charge me for new glasses or lenses. Oh, yeah and I have to go fight with the library. See, I returned a big pile of books last week, but one of them didn't get taken off the system, so now I get to go tell them that they need to make the problem go away. Somehow, I suspect I'll end up having to hunt down the book to prove it to them.

In other news, proving that some things are meant to be - next Tuesday the PCC is having a Brad Pitt day and are showing "Fight Club", at the same time my flatmate is hosting a "get together". Methinks I shall go watch Senors Pitt y Norton y Srta. Bonham-Carter.

[EDIT: actually it's an Ed Norton day, but I really don't care - it's still "Fight Club"]

More later, maybe.