I seem to have survived another whole year without falling off this planet of ours, and therefore will be dedicating this weekend to the celebration of such. This will hopefully involve drinks, meals, parties, movies, music and anything else I can fit in that’s even remotely appropriate. Possibly some things that aren’t. Read more…
Ah, such a lovely walk, from Camden Road station, around the market and the centre of Camden, with wonderful company and just a little mischief. The Camden Enlightened crew reduced a smurf farm to rubble and made the town pretty and green again.
Friday night, Louise and I went out playing Ingress instead of our usual entertainments. It was fun but exhausting and we were both glad to get home and off our feet afterwards.
Saturday, we stayed in and watched (among other things) the first two Underworld movies (Underworld and Underworld: Evolution) in between trips to the local supermarket for beer and snacks. It was lots of tipsy, snuggly fun.
On Sunday, Louise went off to visit her parents so I only had myself to cook for, which was fine if a bit weird. Unfortunately, I had a few too many drinks, and was sick overnight. Fortunately I was mostly recovered by the time Louise got home on Monday. Even so, I vastly miscalculated the amount of spice in our dinner and what was meant to be a mildly spicy minced beef dish turned out to be insanely hot. I’m not certain that Louise is quite recovered even now. Afterwards, we watched the last two Underworld movies (Rise of The Lycans and Underworld: Awakening) and sticking with the werewolf theme, The Wolfman. Not as scary as the cover blurb would have us believe.
All in all, apart from my getting drunk and making myself ill, it was a fitting end to Louise’s week off work. The real pity is the messed up trains today which didn’t help her journey. Oh well, perhaps I can make it up to her tonight.
Isn’t Friday supposed to feel good? You know, the end of the week, time to let your hair down (assuming that you have hair) and relax? Because if so, I must be doing something wrong.
I had planned to be out early, to get done all the chores that I needed to do and to enjoy the weather, possibly playing some Ingress along the way. Instead, I’m sitting here waiting to hear the result of an interview from Wednesday. I am of course, pretty much resigned to the fact that I didn’t get the job. I mean they told me I’d probably hear by the end of the day, and it’s now two days later and nothing. I emailed them yesterday to ask if a decision had been made, or if I could get any feedback on the interview, but it’s as if they dropped off the face of the earth.
I know, I know, no news is good news. Maybe they’re still sorting and haven’t rejected me yet, but it’s hard not to feel despondent about it. Maybe I’m just to used to disappointment.
On the other hand, Louise will be home in a few hours, and there’s always the possibility of Friday night drinks, be it just the two of us, or with a larger group. Who knows, maybe things will get better.