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Friday, November 19, 2010

FRIDAY!

And...I'm at home.

Just yesterday, I told Mum that I might be working late today. She said something along the lines of "What about your social life?" Dad of course started joking about how I come home after work, she should be happy! But I understand her concern. I'm somewhat concerned myself. I'm actually concerned about how much I actually enjoy being a hermit. And there's nothing wrong with that.

But today, I get an email from a colleague overseas, asking after work and my studies, and wondering how I'm coping with that and my "hectic social life".

Seriously, just what kind of reputation have I made for myself?

I could have stayed late at work today, like I told Mum I would; the pile of work is just increasing faster than I can work my way through it. But I decided against it; it's Friday evening, and everyone had left. True, it's the best time for me to work, what with being able to blast my music, and there not being any interruptions. But...just didn't want to. Working tomorrow, anyway.

I just watched a couple episodes of TBBT, and the latest of Psych. I think I'll keep Misfits for tomorrow. I also have two eps of Community waiting for me.

Gosh, I've turned into a right telly addict, haven't I? The good thing is, I control when I watch tv shows, and for how long. The bad thing is, I tend to barely watch anything during the week, and then go on a marathon.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is out in cinemas now, and I haven't seen it yet. I'll prolly go catch it next week Or perhaps the week after, I don't know. But! It's the beginning of the end! It's funny how there have been spoiler warnings all over the place. Honestly, is there anyone who will watch the movie who hasn't read the books? Parents/guardians bringing their kids don't count. Those being dragged along by their boy or girlfriend don't count.

The rest of you? I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO SNAPE, SO THERE.
And that epilogue was utter and complete RUBBISH.

Alright, I've said my piece.

I'm just waiting for BabyGirl to be out of the shower, and into bed, then I can go to bed too.

I gotta tell Mum that from now, I have to be in bed by 11. Waking up at 6 every morning is really taking its toll. And I need my beauty sleep.

Wow, 19 days done in November. I'd better get cracking on my Christmas shopping. I only have done 4 out of 45. I have my spreadsheet all ready too. Gawd, I love my shopping spreadsheet. I bet Santa has one too. There's no way he can keep track of addresses, and number of children, and ages of children, and who gets what, and who's naughty and who's nice with a mere list. Despite his army of elves. Those elves are too busy getting drunk on eggnog and wrecking the workshop anyway.

Alright, when I start worldbuilding in my head, about Santa's workshop of all things, it's definitely time for bed.

And so ends Day 19. Talking about Santa's Spreadsheet and his Drunk Army of Elves. WTF.

2 comments:

Kleppy said...

epilogue..? what epilogue??

Ki said...

YES. THIS. I KNOW RIGHT? IAWTC.