... in which I set out my tasks

Wuhu!

Feeling (slightly) better today - although it's hard to tell for sure whilst still lounging in jammies.

After yesterday I need to be doubly productive today. I need to go and do stuff. Boring stuff. Banking.

And exciting stuff - buying a birthday present for John. I know what it is, and I know where to find it, so it should be an easy task.

In doing these things I also need to remember to not let shiny things and/or gorgeous shoes distract me from my tasks. And to not wander into a coffee shop.

Alreeet. Let's get going...

... in which I have the sad

Yeah, a little bit of the sad.

I spent far too much time this morning (4.30am-9.00am) feeling horrifically sick instead of doing what I should have been doing. Snoozing.

I did manage to catch up on the snooze from 9am-12pm but it meant that I then missed out on playing badminton with Cat which I'd been really looking forward to, and on getting my phone upgraded which is so overdue now it's ridiculous.

So instead of having the planned fun, I went out food shopping which is fun in it's own silly way. And now I'm home, reading one of my old Enid Blyton books for a bit of nostalgia. "Oh, I say! This lemonade is smashing!" etc etc etc. I think it's good for the soul. Nostalgia, that is.

Lemonade is great too.

And now my plans for the rest of the day involve the following;

- watching random eps of Sex and the City
- making a 3 bean salad
- dribbling over pictures of the new iPhone
- having several cups of tea

TTFN

...in which I ponder the joys of pet ownership

Oh my God, my fish are giving me a fucking complex. Two of the four of them died within 4 days of eachother so I'm watching the remaining two like a hawk.

They, realising this, think it's hilarious to hide behind things, or float around near the top of the water. Buggers. Everytime I look over at least one of them is missing from view, which causes utterances of "oh shit" and desperate scramblings over to the tank to locate the missing one, only to be met by fishy giggles.

My budgies on the other hand were being mostly well-behaved today so I rewarded them with a big chunk of cucumber each. Poppy (the nutjob of the two of them) has responded to my kind gesture by ripping off little pieces of cucumber and flinging them as far as she can maanage. It looks like my wall has bogies on.

Jeez.

In other news I've been trying desperately to write a personal statement for my PhD application. It's hurting my brain so bad.

To top it off, when I logged onto facebook earlier I found a picture on my newsfeed that got to me. When I went for my interview at Oxford Aviation Academy I was one of a group of about 8 and have kept in touch with a few of them. This picture was of one of the guys from my group in full Oxford uniform, next to an Oxford plane. He's started his training.

I gave up that career path for good reasons, but at the time I went for my interveiw I wanted it so badly that I almost imploded. I'm happy for James that he got in and is about to begin all that excitement, but I'm also a bit jealous, and the fact that I don't have a solid plan yet makes me a bit angsty.

In better news I went shopping today and bought awesome stuff.