Yesterday was a good day.

I went to bed early on Thursday night, determined to have a decent night’s sleep. I woke up refreshed and ready for action.

Work went well. I got a lot done. Had a good meeting with my manager. My colleague didn’t annoy me too much. All was well. My colleagues got me a belated birthday bunch of flowers, which was really sweet and totally unexpected. I’d never been given flowers before.

I passed by the married guy’s cafe for a cup of tea as I hadn’t been there for a while. They gave me a little chocolate cake for my birthday too. I shared it out for everyone there (except him!). I saw his wife, a small Filipina woman. Later on, he whispered to me that he wanted to “screw me shitless!” (That’s romance for you!) Then he asked me how many boyfriends I’ve had. (Why does everyone want to know that?) My answer: “not many”.

Later on I went to Miguel’s house and heard all of his woes. Saw his room-mate who reminds me of my ex and freaks me out slightly. Hung out there for a few hours then went home.

I don’t have any plans for the weekend; I’m hoping that my dad will deign to come to the cinema with me to see 300. He hasn’t been to the cinema in decades.

I need to do some studying; my photography tutor emailed me a couple of days ago for an update on my progress. (What progress? I’m in retrograde!)

There are some short uni courses related to mythology and “wickedness” that I’m thinking of starting next month. I could probably teach a course in wickedness!

Written by PJ | Posted in movies

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