volcanic's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- shirty wishing So... Today was a weird one. I had this bizarre meeting that lasted from 9.15am until 4.00pm, which is bloody long, even if there was a free dinner included. (Although, as one of my colleagues pointed out, it was the cheap hospital buffet- sandwiches and manky quiche, and somewhat strangely, cold vegetable nuggets.) Anyway, I came out of the meeting hungry and knackered and faint and flat and peculiar, and then had to do four hours on the ward, where all the patients were over-excitable and frantic, and listening to hardcore bloody drum'n'bass, which usually I'd relish, but not tonight. Still feeling a bit lonely and cross, and not looking forward to a long weekend of singledom. I'm trying to anticipate lots of mummed-up family time with the Fatboy that I've barely seen since Friday, but the enthusiasm is lacking a little. If I can borrow a bike I may take him out for a long ride to a country pub or something, but I think most of the tow-paths are flooded right now, which restricts us a little. Whatever, we'll see. I'm wishing for a date right now, for Saturday night. Can we all keep our fingers crossed and send libations to our deities or higher powers of choice, please? I don't want anything too passionate or intense or mindfucking, just a little niceness, a few laughs and the opportunity to wear my black ruffle-fronted shirt that I bought the other day, which has this kind of Madonna/ Los Lobos type vibe about it. I have the urge to show it off with my tight jeans and high heeled boots and my big, hopeful, optimistic and honest smile. 10:30 a.m. - 06.02.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
||||||