All the days roll into one now. You literally don't know if it's thursday, saturday, or the day of the triffids.. it's all madness.
I awoke from some weird dream where Leachy was standing on a step ladder in a pub, noone else around, with 4 pints on top, and he started throwing up onto the floor.. and loads of teenagers started laughing at me and taking the piss.. and I just shrugged it off and waited by this bar, but then I slipped and fell on my arse.. but luckily none of the teenagers had seen it.. so I got up and tried to look cool..
But you don't need to know this crap!
As the sun shone through a gap in my blinds, touching my face with its gentle warmth, and the sound of birds and children playing outside whilst their fathers mowed the lawns filtered through into my room.. I opened my eyes add thought to myself.. "oh god.. not another egg please.."
I feel like I'm repeating myself now.. the phrase 'same shit different day' comes to mind. I think the person that coined that phrase is a genius. I also think the person who came up with the term 'coined that phrase' is pretty cool too.. But as I say, it's like I'm going over the same old stuff, so I apologise if I am.
Sunday in our house is traditionally the day when Fella turns the living room into a small chinese laundrette. I love the smell of persil first thing in the morning.. makes you feel alive!!
I havent been too good in the mornings recently, it's not that I'm grumpy, I just cant physically kick in for a good ten minutes after getting up. So when fella comes up to me making random noises.. excited at the day of ironing ahead of him.. I can do nothing but stare and smile like some sort of old woman who doesnt really know what's going on. I have a shower to sort myself out.. which is an experience in itself as the shower seems to have some sort of split personality disorder and cant decide whether it wants to be hot or cold.. It tortures you with searing boiling water.. then teases you with cool soothing water in a flash.. It's the jekyll and hyde of the shower world... But still, it's better than smelling like burgers..
I sit and watch TV for a bit.. Hollyoaks both annoys the hell out of me, and similarly has me hooked. It's ridiculous stories make me want to shoot the TV, elvis style, and Mandy and Tony are just idiots. My housemate explains that it means they are good actors.. making me believe they are like that. I respond by telling him that's not true.. they're idiots! I get the same mixed feelings for the show 'Most Haunted'.. where Ivette Fielding and the mighty Derek Accorah (and team) go to haunted locations and try and catch ghosts and stuff on camera. I absolutely love the show, I am hooked, yet at the same time I scream and shout at the TV when Fielding starts panicking and stuff.. and they never find anything!! They always see things when they havent got the cameras turned on... god it's making me angry now..
This has turned from a diet diary to an online TV review.. sorry.
So I went into work today for a few hours.. just to do some stuff. Nothing interesting there I am afraid. I only stayed for an hour or 2 though.. couldnt handle being there in the end. I have had a slight element of self doubt recently.. with my personal work, future, etc. I wonder if it is the diet that is affecting me, and consider woudl I be feeling this way if I had a toblerone to suck on.. (no innuendo there please)
The answer is that I don't know.. so I stop worrying about it.
In work I have fish for lunch, and once again it fails me. I cooked it this time, cod, in the microwave, but with the salad it's just bland, and I nibble at it over the course of an hour before leaving the rest to the flies... I did forget the spinach though.. so consider how much this will affect the course of the diet.. hopefully it wont matter at all..
After that I visited my friend John Turner, who is cool. We had a chat, chillaxed, etc, and then we nearly wrecked his moped trying to get it down some stairs. And who says life isnt exciting!
For tea, I have lamb, made the same as it was the other day. It tasted good, but it was braising lamb so was a little tough.. I resolve to get proper chops for the next lamb installement. (Coming soon to a stomach near you.. )
As I sit watching TV in the night, (the new starsky and hutch movie.. brilliant.. except the cheesy ending..) I start considering what will be my first meal on friday.. something tasty I feel, and probably unhealthy.. but what the hell it's only one meal. I go to bed thinking of pizza..