pmsumner

I'm waiting for a message, and I'm not willing to go to bed until I get it.
My feet are freezing, and I've got no socks or shoes I can wear here.
I don't wanna leave the computer, because I know the very second I do...

Oh, there we go. I knew if I started to write about it, the message would come :)

About talking to other people. I shouldn't have stopped talking, but at the time I was bloody freezing :) Now my mind's racing and I can't sleep.

Damn you xanna :)

Lastminute.com have made a truly touching advert. "If you could get me just one minute. Just one more minute than I'm due, I'd give you everything."

Or is it just that because my mind's not settling down, everything seems more memorable than normal?

Talk about short notice. Is it bad form to expect someone to be able to attend am interview on less than 24 hours notice?

I'm off to the big smoke again either tonight or tmrw i guess :)

Interview, 3pm tomorrow. Leaving 9am or so tomorrow morning. It's not far off from the parents' place which is _really_ convenient. Only about 20 minutes walk, near Bayswater station. This is all good.

The jobs I had planned for Saturday night, I feel that these are going to go horribly horribly horribly wrong. I'm supposed to have paperwork delivered tomorrow, and of course I'm not going to be here. I'm supposed to be going to Huddersfield Saturday night. I don't really want to do these jobs (doing surveys with customers in exchange for free drinks - £60 for an hour or two's work) but I'm a sucker and couldn't say no.

So this now means, I need one of several different things to be true:

• I pick up the paperwork from the sorting office on Saturday morning, meaning I HAVE to leave London on Friday night, which I'd rather not do
• I pray my post gets here before I leave at 9-9:30 tomorrow
• I print out the paperwork and go without drinks vouchers, making life really difficult
• I don't do the jobs

Not a good selection really.

Right. Time to set off for Meadowhall and the cinema.