My bed appears to be a station on the local arachnid commuter network. A few days ago I came across a spider corpse on my quilt, and just this very morning I encountered another eight-legged wonder creeping along my quilt cover.

Is there such a thing as spider repellent? Is it too much to ask that I don’t share my bed with tiny creatures? I know I’m single, but I like to choose my bedfellows!

I did some exercise this morning, for the first time in about a month. I’m feeling very virtuous, but a bit tired too. I worked out to my Pump it Up dvd, doing the Warmup/Aeroburn/Beatbox/Knockout sections.

To do list:
Get rid of spider
Exercise for 30 mins
Do some work…

Nothing about Seinfeld (which used to be my favourite sitcom, before the guy who played Kramer went on that racist rampage). I just felt like saying that…

Had chicken noodle soup last night. There were no actual chicken pieces in it, just essence of chicken I guess. If I’m being totally accurate (and I should, cos I’m reading the Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time, and the protagonist is very anxious that people are totally factual) the soup is actually called “Cock Soup”. I’m not lying, I’ll go and take a pic of the packet in a moment for you. It’s a lot spicier than the usual chicken noodle soup. You didn’t really need to know all that, but it’s my blog and my rules.

The central heating in our house is not working properly at the moment. By a process of elimination we’ve deduced that the pump is defective. We’re using portable heaters instead, which are using up our electricity fast. It also makes me feel like I’m in a rented hovel, rubbing my hands together for heat. I’ve just reminded myself of the story of the Little Matchgirl who used matches to keep warm…

So it’s the 79th Academy Awards night. The bookies have stopped taking bets on Helen Mirren getting Best Actress. I haven’t seen any of the major nominated films yet. However, I’m going to see Notes on a Scandal, Apocalypto, and Perfume next month. I’m also planning to see Dreamgirls in the next few weeks too, so I’ll catch up.

I’d like to see Will Smith getting one for The Pursuit of Happyness/Forest Whittaker for Last King of Scotland, Djimon Hounsou for Blood Diamond (I’ve always liked him) and Jennifer Hudson for Dreamgirls (I support the underdog, cos I am one). It would be funny if Borat scored one for Writing (Adapted Screenplay).

Let’s see how it goes.

On and off for the past few months, I’ve been considering moving from Blogger to another blogging platform. I’ve been creating test blogs all over the place, and quickly deleting them after my research was done.

I’ve also wondered whether a slight redesign was due, since I like to feel that I have stamped my mark on things and cos the current blog design doesn’t look so great on certain browsers.

Maybe this is just symptomatic of my usual sense of restlessness. I like to tinker.

I haven’t made up my mind yet, but there is a clone of this blog on wordpress.com that I set up last night, and I’ve already attracted one comment, and 41 viewers to it so far, which is promising. There would be no need to change your bookmarks/favourites as I’d just need to redirect my domain to the new page location.

You gotta have a J O B
if you wanna be with me
No romance with no finance (x2)

That old song just popped into my mind. It’s half true, I prefer a guy to be able to support himself, but I’m not a gold digger and I don’t need a sugar daddy.

I had lunch with my mate Miguel today. He nearly persuaded me to think about re-entering the dating world. His point was that if I don’t present myself as available, guys won’t think that they have a chance with me. It’s logical I guess, but I don’t know if I’m ready to be involved again.

Maybe I should stick to the books.