Night shifts. Yuck. Was busy but the rush has calmed. Bums touch seats and the debate begins over which pizza place to order our life-sustaining calorific treats from. I feel sick. Likely because "Chardonnay", the psycho neighbour-down-the stairs (of whom we will surely hear many stories to come), has been doing her best to disturb my precious few daytime hours of sleep over the past few days. It amazes me that any boyfriend could put up with her plate-smashing, accusation-hurling frenzies again and again. Maybe he is a saint. I have certainly managed to induced pangs of guilt in him with my bellows of, "Shut UP!", but his shushings have done nothing to tame the beast within. Sigh. Nut job. But I digress. Still feel sick. Actually, it is more likely the sickeningly-sweet cupcakes I baked at 3pm when above nut-job's screaming drove me from my comfortable bed. Domesticated, moi! 02:46. 4 hours and 49 minutes to go til home time.
Having spent a few hours on here, (with reruns of Dharma and Greg on TV in the background; who knew that show would live to haunt a new generation of Britons?!) I seem to have achieved nothing. It took me ages to update my profile and upload a picture. It amused me that, while I could not find my profession under industry (I thought there would be a category for medical/health but, apparently, those at Blogger do not consider this a career option) they had thoughtfully included "Maritime". I'm sure the lobster-farmers of Nova Scotia will be so gratified when they sit down to their wireless broadband laptops to set up a blog!!
Going to go look at our new flat in an hour. Yah! Am I ambitious enough to attempt to upload pictures of it to this blog? Hmmm...maybe not yet! Our moving date has been pushed back to August 6th. Which is a long time from now. I return from Canada on the 3rd, so looks like I may be camping in Mike's spare room for a few days. It is a bit of a hike to work from his, but he cleans AND irons his sheets regularly, and is even spic-and-span enough to live up to my high bathroom standards, so I'm sure it'll be a treat. I suppose I should ask him before advertising it to the world wide web in general. Not that anyone knows about this blog anyway!
But before any of that excitement, I am going to take my milk-bottle white self down to the tanning salon. I hear the tuts of disapproval already...
Wow... So 5 months after considering it, I have finally set up a blog. And the realization hits with the inaugural blog that I have nothing interesting to say. Oh dear!
I have been on here for an hour already, pondering over the finer points (blue background? black background? with polka dots? without?) and feeling a mix of bewilderment and fear over being asked to make decisions about new letter and technical combinations which mean nothing to me ("URL&^%% turned off?") Will the wrong decision cause my baby blog to implode? Doesn't my resume suggest that I am computer literate?!
And I have so, so many other things to be doing!!! Procrastination is the mother of invention, or something like that. Anyways. Shut up Lindsay. Let's see if this thing posts first!
