Diary Entry
1.01 am Nope. After my wonderful Robbie Williams dream, I just couldn't manage to get back to sleep. I'm going to try again shortly. I've been trying for ages to get a new pic on my profile, but for some reason Dashboard won't let me update my profile at all. I suppose I'll keep trying until it works. I could do some studying right now, but my head feels like it's full of cotton wool.
There were a couple of historical romance novels I really loved years and years ago. In fact, I named Braden out of a character in one of them. For the life of me I can't remember who wrote them or what the titles were. I'm going to search a while on Amazon and see if I can find them. I still own copies, but they're in my grandmother's garage in Texas. At least they were seven years ago.
2.17 am I found a couple of the books I was after, and during my seach came across quite a few I used to have in my vast collection. I can always sell some of them if I ever get my Texas books to England. For the life of me, I can't remember the name of the book I read where I found Braden's name or even who wrote it! I can sort of picture the cover. It had a lavender background and a man with black hair kissing a beautiful woman. That is going to bug me for months and months, if not years! I even used a search engine to see if I could come up with anything, and I've searched in Amazon.com since it was a book I bought in the US. No joy. Damn.
10.30 am I need to remember not to be so understanding the next time Simon is sick. I've got what he had before Christmas. The bug that made him feel so poorly I missed seminars and lectures so I could work in the shop for him. This morning I went upstairs (I slept on the couch because I could prop myself up and breathe easier) and asked him if he fancied working for me because I'm sick now. His reply was, "I can't move. My back hurts. If you go in my coat pocket, there are some Lockets". That was very useful. I'm spluttering and coughing my lungs up (and I'm a non-smoker), and he barely opened his eyes. Translation: he stayed up too late last night on the computer and couldn't be bothered to wake up this morning. I went to bed early last night. It's not my fault I couldn't sleep because of my chest hurting. I did my best.
Whinge over.
11.54 am I finally managed to get a different picture on my profile. That was such a pain! I eventually gave up trying to do it the way I put the first one on and went through Webshots instead. It worked. I think. At least the picture was there the last time I checked.
Simon's finally awake. I told him I feel rough, and his response was, "So do I". Not "Oh, I'm sorry, I wish you were feeling better" or anything like that.
I'm going to bitch some more now, too. I need the toilet, and there's no way on earth I'm going upstairs to use the toilet that we're supposed to have the right to use. I wish the landlord had told us he was turning those offices into a flat! I suppose I'll have to use the public toilets near the bus stops, and they look a bit scary to me. Still, I'll be scared rather than embarrassed by doing what I did last week! Maybe I can hold it until I get home this evening. Simon's lucky. He can just piss in the sink in the back. I don't like it that he does that though. Seems nasty to me, no matter how well he says he cleans it afterwards.
At least I've had ONE customer today. It's dead around here, and it probably will be until later this week when the kids all go back to school. Ricky and Jack go back tomorrow, and Malorie and Braden go back Thursday. Then peace ...
12.57 pm I've been a good girl and made a start on my criminal law research. Well, I'd already done some of it. I make it sound like this is the first time I've given it any thought. The thing about my research is that I do some, and then I step away from it for ten or fifteen minutes while my brain processes it. I get my best ideas that way. They seem to pop up out of nowhere while I'm doing something with the more creative portion of my brain. It's like my analytical side feeds off creativity. That's my take on it anyway. It works for me. I just keep chanting the mantra I need for this one: formulate argument, analyse, answer question. That's what my tutor said is the best way to go about it (and get a good mark). I've been reading through the main case mentioned in the actual essay question, DPP v Shaw [1961] 1 All ER 330. That's always a good place to start!
Pete's started working on his new forum and has a basic one online. I've had a look at it, and it's pretty good. A bit weird in places, but that's not unexpected. He said I could be a moderator, a site manager or "queen of the forum". Ummmm, I think moderator is probably fine.
2.35 pm I'm not getting a whole lot done on my research. I've had a few customers, and I've un-Christmassed the shop window display. I think part of the problem is that I'm starving! I didn't bring a sandwich with me today, and I'm not feeling up to going anywhere to get something. It's bad enough I have to go about 500 yards to the cash machine before I go home. I think I have a bit of a fever. Just what I need. And Shell is not going to be impressed if I have to cancel going out with her again this weekend! I'm really looking forward to it, too. Come on, Melinda, fight the germs!
3.42 pm At least I can't say today isn't going by quickly. I only have just over an hour until time to close the shop! If it weren't for the fact that the boys are going to their dad's after school tomorrow, and I don't have any proper food here, I'd close the shop and keep working on my research. I've actually made some headway. I've found some legal essays written by eminent legal minds on both sides of the sexual morality issue. I've also identified a bunch of cases on sexual morality in addition to Shaw.
Why is it when I'm not well, Simon is less well? Did that make sense? I was feeling really sick to my stomach, and I told him. (Note: We chat via Yahoo Messenger when one of us is in the shop so as not to tie up the phone and run up the bill as local calls in the UK are not necessarily free.) The conversation went:
Lots of sympathy there. I'm in bitch mode. I'll remember this the next time he says he has the flu (aka a bad cold).
8.27 pm Came home, took a nap, feel like crap. I wanna throw up.
9.42 pm After having some dinner, I'm feeling better. I still feel yuck, but I don't want to throw up anymore.
The shopping arrived from Tesco. Only one minor mistake -- they forgot the bacon -- so that's not bad. It was nice not having to do up and down all the aisles and then have someone bring the shopping to the door! I must be getting very lazy. And now all my purchases are saved in the Tesco website, so I have to do even less when it comes to the shopping next week!
My goal to cut back on debt took a step back today. Well, not by much really. I had applied for an account with Next and ordered a pair of trousers and a top. They turned me down before, so I assumed they would this time. Simon told me while I was at the shop that I had had a package from Next arrive! In a way it's very good news because it means it looks like my credit rating is improving. I tried on the clothes, figuring that, like everything else I order by mail or internet, they would be too small. They fit perfectly. The top makes my tits look huge! Simon seemed to like it. At least I know what I'm wearing when I go out with Shell this weekend, though it's something I can wear to school or work as well.
Time to do some more work on the research. I will as soon as the kids are all asleep. Ricky and Jack were sent to bed ages ago but won't be quiet. Malorie and Braden aren't as distracting, but they tend to need me when I'm in the middle of something.
There were a couple of historical romance novels I really loved years and years ago. In fact, I named Braden out of a character in one of them. For the life of me I can't remember who wrote them or what the titles were. I'm going to search a while on Amazon and see if I can find them. I still own copies, but they're in my grandmother's garage in Texas. At least they were seven years ago.
2.17 am I found a couple of the books I was after, and during my seach came across quite a few I used to have in my vast collection. I can always sell some of them if I ever get my Texas books to England. For the life of me, I can't remember the name of the book I read where I found Braden's name or even who wrote it! I can sort of picture the cover. It had a lavender background and a man with black hair kissing a beautiful woman. That is going to bug me for months and months, if not years! I even used a search engine to see if I could come up with anything, and I've searched in Amazon.com since it was a book I bought in the US. No joy. Damn.
10.30 am I need to remember not to be so understanding the next time Simon is sick. I've got what he had before Christmas. The bug that made him feel so poorly I missed seminars and lectures so I could work in the shop for him. This morning I went upstairs (I slept on the couch because I could prop myself up and breathe easier) and asked him if he fancied working for me because I'm sick now. His reply was, "I can't move. My back hurts. If you go in my coat pocket, there are some Lockets". That was very useful. I'm spluttering and coughing my lungs up (and I'm a non-smoker), and he barely opened his eyes. Translation: he stayed up too late last night on the computer and couldn't be bothered to wake up this morning. I went to bed early last night. It's not my fault I couldn't sleep because of my chest hurting. I did my best.
Whinge over.
11.54 am I finally managed to get a different picture on my profile. That was such a pain! I eventually gave up trying to do it the way I put the first one on and went through Webshots instead. It worked. I think. At least the picture was there the last time I checked.
Simon's finally awake. I told him I feel rough, and his response was, "So do I". Not "Oh, I'm sorry, I wish you were feeling better" or anything like that.
I'm going to bitch some more now, too. I need the toilet, and there's no way on earth I'm going upstairs to use the toilet that we're supposed to have the right to use. I wish the landlord had told us he was turning those offices into a flat! I suppose I'll have to use the public toilets near the bus stops, and they look a bit scary to me. Still, I'll be scared rather than embarrassed by doing what I did last week! Maybe I can hold it until I get home this evening. Simon's lucky. He can just piss in the sink in the back. I don't like it that he does that though. Seems nasty to me, no matter how well he says he cleans it afterwards.
At least I've had ONE customer today. It's dead around here, and it probably will be until later this week when the kids all go back to school. Ricky and Jack go back tomorrow, and Malorie and Braden go back Thursday. Then peace ...
12.57 pm I've been a good girl and made a start on my criminal law research. Well, I'd already done some of it. I make it sound like this is the first time I've given it any thought. The thing about my research is that I do some, and then I step away from it for ten or fifteen minutes while my brain processes it. I get my best ideas that way. They seem to pop up out of nowhere while I'm doing something with the more creative portion of my brain. It's like my analytical side feeds off creativity. That's my take on it anyway. It works for me. I just keep chanting the mantra I need for this one: formulate argument, analyse, answer question. That's what my tutor said is the best way to go about it (and get a good mark). I've been reading through the main case mentioned in the actual essay question, DPP v Shaw [1961] 1 All ER 330. That's always a good place to start!
Pete's started working on his new forum and has a basic one online. I've had a look at it, and it's pretty good. A bit weird in places, but that's not unexpected. He said I could be a moderator, a site manager or "queen of the forum". Ummmm, I think moderator is probably fine.
2.35 pm I'm not getting a whole lot done on my research. I've had a few customers, and I've un-Christmassed the shop window display. I think part of the problem is that I'm starving! I didn't bring a sandwich with me today, and I'm not feeling up to going anywhere to get something. It's bad enough I have to go about 500 yards to the cash machine before I go home. I think I have a bit of a fever. Just what I need. And Shell is not going to be impressed if I have to cancel going out with her again this weekend! I'm really looking forward to it, too. Come on, Melinda, fight the germs!
3.42 pm At least I can't say today isn't going by quickly. I only have just over an hour until time to close the shop! If it weren't for the fact that the boys are going to their dad's after school tomorrow, and I don't have any proper food here, I'd close the shop and keep working on my research. I've actually made some headway. I've found some legal essays written by eminent legal minds on both sides of the sexual morality issue. I've also identified a bunch of cases on sexual morality in addition to Shaw.
Why is it when I'm not well, Simon is less well? Did that make sense? I was feeling really sick to my stomach, and I told him. (Note: We chat via Yahoo Messenger when one of us is in the shop so as not to tie up the phone and run up the bill as local calls in the UK are not necessarily free.) The conversation went:
Melinda: I don't feel well, babes.
Simon: I don't either. I think you gave me your cold.
Melinda: You mean you think I gave you your cold BACK>
Simon: lol
Melinda: It's not funny, I'm trying to do my school work but I feel like throwing up.
Simon: Oh dear.
Lots of sympathy there. I'm in bitch mode. I'll remember this the next time he says he has the flu (aka a bad cold).
8.27 pm Came home, took a nap, feel like crap. I wanna throw up.
9.42 pm After having some dinner, I'm feeling better. I still feel yuck, but I don't want to throw up anymore.
The shopping arrived from Tesco. Only one minor mistake -- they forgot the bacon -- so that's not bad. It was nice not having to do up and down all the aisles and then have someone bring the shopping to the door! I must be getting very lazy. And now all my purchases are saved in the Tesco website, so I have to do even less when it comes to the shopping next week!
My goal to cut back on debt took a step back today. Well, not by much really. I had applied for an account with Next and ordered a pair of trousers and a top. They turned me down before, so I assumed they would this time. Simon told me while I was at the shop that I had had a package from Next arrive! In a way it's very good news because it means it looks like my credit rating is improving. I tried on the clothes, figuring that, like everything else I order by mail or internet, they would be too small. They fit perfectly. The top makes my tits look huge! Simon seemed to like it. At least I know what I'm wearing when I go out with Shell this weekend, though it's something I can wear to school or work as well.
Time to do some more work on the research. I will as soon as the kids are all asleep. Ricky and Jack were sent to bed ages ago but won't be quiet. Malorie and Braden aren't as distracting, but they tend to need me when I'm in the middle of something.
posted by Melinda at 1/03/2005 11:32:00 pm
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