yesterday's clothes
2003-05-29 || 9:49 a.m.

Ha! yeah! Another miserable entry, just to get rid of that handful of you that are still left!

I had very odd dreams last night. I dreamt that Dalhadru's user name on AIM was indigo pirate! I dreamt that London Bridge collapsed and all I was bothered about was the architecture of it - I never thought to ask was anyone injured. I also dreamt that Kylie was a lesbian and had had an argument with her girlfriend and said she wished she'd been on London Bridge when it collapsed. And then finally I dreamt I was on a physics course and I sat next to this guy with really poor sight. He was wearing a pair of glasses sort of like the ones they put on you at an eye test but they had a Salvation Army logo on them and they were fixed to the side of his head. He was very friendly and pretty good looking and then his wife turned up and she was one of those competent women who wear like catalogue casual clothes that are quite masculine, like linen - ooh one of my top most hated words coming up - 'slacks' ! and fred perry type tops and very clean white trainers and they had two very beautiful blondy/ginger haired boys.

So analyse that.

And how am I coping today?! well it's all rubbish isn't it. I overslept. I was meant to get up at 7.30am to have a shower and breakfast and take the dog in for his operation at 8.30am but my alarm did not go off. I think I may have set it for 7.30pm but I was so tired last night it was hard to think straight. So I woke up at 8.25am - so no shower, no breakfast, no cup of tea. I pulled on yesterday's clothes (what a cool retro clothes shop name! Jesus I'm a fucking genius sometimes) and grabbed the dog and his blanket and cuddly and went out to my mum's car. Of course my mum totally blanked me, Yep - totally blanked for a whole hour.

Talk about feel like a piece of shit.

And so today I have 32 maths papers to mark, approx. 28 reading papers and 64 writing papers, the house needs cleaning and the rabbits need to come out, the grass needs cutting and I still need that shower. But Bex wants to go to Camden. And so I have no choice but to take her. Caught between everything. What a wet pussy wimp I am. Oh good! more porn links - wet pussy - not much fucking chance of that.

And there's so many more things I want and need to write here, but the world still won't listen - so why bother it?