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Signed cheques for deposit on Friday.
Ohmygodit'sreallyhappeningshitican'tbackoutnow
I feel like I'm getting married or something. Every so often I get semi-cold feet about it, but then I think - don't be so stupid. You love Kai, you're not going to split up, and this is a very sensible thing to do. But it's so damned responsible!!!!!!!
Frightening.
Saw "A Simple Plan" on Sunday, after Kai had to get up early again to do the tele, like (I had to sit really far forward in the audience, on the end of a row. It wasn't very nice. I felt utterly exposed and weird. They wanted me to sit in the front row. It was all a bit strange because I couldn't really make a fuss and ask to sit at the back. Anyway.).
It's brilliant. Really fucking great. The direction, the use of the winter and the snow was excellent. Billy Bob Thornton surprised me by being good. Maybe it's because the bloke, you know - Bill Paxton? Yeah, him - anyway, it wasn't as if Thornton was the "token trash-boy". He didn't have to OD on the hick stuff so he didn't. I thought, he brought the part a remarkable calmness and grace. I really enjoyed it. He's an interesting bloke, that Raimi.
Spent some money yesterday in Boots. Scary. I'm not supposed to, am I. I'm not supposed to spend any money, and I'm supposed to be borrowing money from Gav and he still hasn't paid it in to my account and I'm scared that he's going to really screw it up just because he said "yes" without thinking and now he has to do it he can't oh good god that's bad. Shit. I'm scared now - really scared. I'm sure I'll be fine in the long run, but if I can't borrow that money, in the short term everything goes bad. I'll be on the doorstep of extreme poverty for months.
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Creaking and groaning again. Everything's grinding to a halt. Too much work to do, too few people. Everything, including the flat buying, is being pushed to the side. That's not on. Look at the 18th. I genuinely thought that that would be an ok thing to write, given what hell on earth is going on presently. Ahahahahaha - what, like it's going to stop? Cait, you're a naïve twat I'm afraid.
A woman last night said she had missed her coach home to Eastbourne, and her children had been taken in to care that day. As she walked with me to a cash point (very smart) I noticed she had a very gammy leg. She looked about 60, as she said to me, her voice wavering under the weight of shame, "I'm 42 years old... what am I doing?".
I gave her twenty quid, for her "train home". I'm about to buy a flat for one hundred thousand pounds for crying out loud… you know… there but for, as John would say. But needless to say, that's a bit of a one off. She was just so fucking ashamed… it was awful. I felt like giving her a hug.
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3.54pm Shattered again.
This almost feels like my "to do" list:
- Have phoned insurance company
- Have phoned solicitor
- Have started budgets and timings
- Haven't replied to Stephen yet at all
- Made sandwiches
- Tore muscle in back of leg on walk on Sunday
- Sky News phone up yesterday, rush off to talk about Seti
- CMS budgets and timings - erk
- Let Jo and Yoz down about the ICA, I'm going to have to work on Wednesday and Thursday night until late
- Got to book time off for eclipse in August
- Got to write check for woman
- Got to sort out deposit
- Got to tell Sonia and Leroy we're moving out
- Got to go home, it's 7.23
- Got to go to sleep before 11pm, and not wake up shaking with fear at 5am
- Got to tell the Sign Language teacher I can't do it any more
- Got to get my back sorted out, which is seizing up to the extent that sometimes it's agony getting out of bed in the morning
- Got to buy a decent pump for my bike so I'm not cycling feeling every fucking bump in the road
- Got to buy a decent saddle - same reason
- Got to buy a pannier set so I don't have to put a heavy weight on my in pain back every day for an hour each way
- Got to get mudguards so I can use it in the rain
- Got to get more Persona sticks
- Got to get a new fucking brain before this one burns out
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Yeah yeah yeah... so I haven't updated for ages again. You want to know why?
New job.
That's it, basically. It's killing me. Relentless, daily, grinding pain of nervousness and pressure. However, it's to be expected I suppose since it's new. So I'll have to do a digest of everything recent I suppose:
- New job - aaargh
- Buying a flat - aaaaaargh
- Sky News - aaaargh (but they're having me back today, would you believe, only a week later, so I can't be *that* terrible)
- ICA on Wednesday - aaaargh - trying to extracate myself as I speak
- Having to officially stop my signing classes and start them again next year - there is absolutely no way I'm going to be able to pass that exam, what with missing classes because of work, missing classes because of Sky News - you name it. I feel ashamed in a sense, but I also feel - hang on, it's actually very sensible. I'm far more likely to pass next year, and I'll be better at it too. Like passing your driving test second time. Is any of this ringing true? I hope so.
- Bomb in Soho - really scary at the time. Really scary. Felt very threatened. Worried about James, Chris... I mean, I started with "oh, Christ, Chris... James..." then it broadened out to - my God, it could have hit any one of my friends, including me. Christ. As I suspected, it was a lunatic, not the right wing. Good for two reasons: 1) It means they're not organised enough to mount a campaign - which in itself means that they are not the force they want the media to imagine they are, and 2) They were made to appear the opportunistic fuckers that they really are.
- Still no ground troops on Kosovo - I despair. I feel terrible for even suggesting anything like this, but... I mean this is insane. So much of this is Nato's fault...it's disgusting.
- Boadicea seems to be eventually getting on to it's feet - no thanks to me (see point no.1).
- Er... that's it.
Will attempt more regular missives. It's the year anniversary/inevitable navel gazing exercise soon. 22nd, I think.
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