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January 12th, 2009
06:12 pm - So you wanna be a boxer...
So today has been a kind moodswing extravaganza from yours truly. I woke with good intentions of finding the person who rang at 3.14AM and Killing Them Slowly and also to turn over a new, more energetic leaf in the way I spend the daytime. This...only vaguely happened. I couldn't kill whoever phoned anway because 1471 came up with "we do not have the provider's number" which is a very odd way of phrasing it. Nanny is Ex-Directory but when you 1471 when it is her who has called it comes up with "The caller withheld their number," and anyway if there was an emergency Auntie Irene would surely have phoned my mobile as it is no secret I keep it next to my bed, wheras our house phone is Down The Mildly Treacherous Stairs.
Anyway I started writing my begging letters and researching stuff for a larger job application and looking for jobs...and after a couple of hours of this I began to get more disheartened, because everywhere that seems to advertise for graduate job employment wants graduates for jobs that I'm not qualified for (eg Science, Maths, Engineering) or jobs that they don't care about your degree subject but I couldn't do anyway or are Complete Scams ("Look a new media communications oppertunity-in the small print- you will be canvassing the streets trying to flog people mildly dodgy television equiptment") On the bright side I've heard back from one theatre venue who have promised to keep my CV on file in case any opportunities arise, which is better than them chucking the letters in the bin without looking at them! I won't moan further but as all this dragged on I got progressively more grumpy and stressed and ate Too Many Crisps (which are an addiction and also lumpy comfort food) and then I felt unhealthy and lumpish and useless and eventually just had to call it quits and fight my way out of my bad mood. So I washed my face in cold water and went for a walk and posted some begging letters and then I came back and went on the Wii (hence the picture) where I knocked seven-bells out of the little animated Miis in the boxing ring. Obviously being pissed off helps because I also hit four home runs on the baseball *dies of shock*.
I felt much better after that and there was just enough time then to make a pot of tea and sit curled up in my chair reading a children's book (I fished a dozen or so down out of the loft and intend to re-read them before deciding what can be got rid of and what should be kept) before Mum got in.
Ahh. Tea. We are now able to enjoy the luxury of a two-bag pot once again. Nanny's tea-man came through and we picked up our share yesterday.
*sips tea*
Ahhhhhhhhh.
Current Mood: Calm
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