The grapes taste foul. Sour grapes. haha… End of season grapes are so difficult to choose. Usually you should try not to get the ones that are too yellowy, and are still firm. I thought they were pretty good, but evidently not. Graeme always chose good grapes, and he always shared.
Work today = not too bad. So long as I can get through the day without feeling like I want to jump out the window, that’s a good day. By the way, me saying “jump out the window”, means that I just want to open the window and hop out, and then go somewhere else. Not that I want to defenestrate myself with the end result of a one way ticket to hell. Because we’re not that high up in the building anyway, and I probably wouldn’t do much more damage than I did when I tripped down the stairs today.
I think that my blog sounds slightly flat and depressed. I didn’t feel that way today, I was hyper and laughing most of the day and still managed to get a decent amount of work done. I must have been feeling better because I stayed back and did some overtime, to earn more money to pay off my credit card so that I can do what I want sooner.
What I want = to study.
So, although I may sound like I’m carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders, I don’t feel THAT bad. It’s just that this is my place to vent and think out loud (well,not out loud exactly, but you get what I mean). And if that’s the only time you hear me, you could be forgiven for thinking I’m always this melancholy. (I don’t know who I’m talking to…)
I had three cups of tea today, and it was the tea that was blamed for me going hyper this afternoon and laughing at things like:
a) the fact that I have a picture of a polar bear on my wall at work that I cut out from a packet of tissues. I don’t remember doing it, but i recognise the picture. And I don’t know why i did. I mean, I like polar bears, but it wouldn’t have driven me to such desperate measures. It’s not like I can’t live without a picture of a polar bear on my wall. It’s not like there’s not enough crap up there already.
b) my desk calendar had been taken apart and put back together upside down, which someone took the time to do, which would have gone unnoticed for quite some time (possibly), and which no one owned up to. So what was the point?
c) the gold stuff that Kirra put on my desk migrated to the internal lift well in front of the door to the internal stair well, and then into the stairwell, and then down the stairs. I’m waiting to see if it makes it out the door of the stairs into the corridor, then out into the big wide world.
d) the email in which I called everyone heathens, then amended to ‘praetorian mercenaries’. You know who you are!
e) the email sent from my desktop, and Kirra’s indignation that I would accuse her of such a crime! For shame!
I’m going to try to get to sleep at a reasonable hour. and I will not drink any more tea tonight. Even though I bought a whole new bag of loose tea today. Yeah, I’m really doing it tough. Home-packed lunches every day. I don’t even want to venture into the city tomorrow, there’s no point. Today I had to because I needed a bus ticket, tea, bread, yoghurt and tuna for lunches. But tomorrow I don’t think there’s any reason i should. And it’s so hot, and then I get back to work hot, and then after about half an hour I’m freezing cold, and I don’t think those sorts of extremes are good.
It’s strange that though I hate the taste of fish, I really love the texture. I can eat tuna from a can, so long as it’s not the home-brand stuff (yes, it does taste different. It’s the fish that john west rejects that makes john west the best duh!), and baked or grilled marinated fish fillets (which is still sometimes too fishy). Smoked salmon has an amazing texture, but I cannot stand the taste.
Anyway, I guess that’s enough for one night. My ankle is killing meeeeee 
ouchies. Stairwells are treacherous places.