Skip this. It's full of bad analogies and I'm grumpy.
2003-02-05 at 5:04 p.m.

 

Like I said, I'm going to cut out the I didn't study part of the diary. I only mention it because I feel bad about it, and mentioning that I care is better than not thinking about it at all. Welcome to my logic!

So yeh. I was going to do some study (cough) last night, but I stayed in the pub and watched a rugby match instead. One of our friends who isn't normally in during the week was in as well. Nice bonus.

That's it. Nothing has happened. Mr Me and I had a row last night when we got in. Mea culpa, I'm afraid. But he was spiteful and that always sucks. I'm one of these people who remembers all the bad stuff. So when people say bad things to me they stick in my head long after all the fluffy stuff has floated away. If I was into poetic analogies it's a bit like dandelion heads in the autumn, all the fluffy stuff is blown away and the miserable middle bit is left. But that's if I was a poetic sort. Luckily, I'm not, so we'll all be spared torturous analogies. Oh. Wait. I just subjected you to one didn't I? Muhaha.... your loss, suckers.

I hate it when we row and he's harsh. It sticks in my mind and rubs at me for days. Like a badly fitting shoe rubbing my little toe. Not enough to really keep me awake, but enough to bug the edges of my consciousness. Yep. I'm going to give up the analogies. They bite severe ass.

So yeh. Lots of beer, a row, some rugby, not enough sleep, no study.

That's a fair summation.

Yep. Tis true, you've found me out. I'm not interesting enough to keep a diary.

It's all pretty unsatisfactory really.