9:26 a.m. - Monday, Mar. 01, 2004
Monday Morning Rambles
Bahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! I came in for 9 o'clock to do group work, but no-one else is here, and those that are here aren't doing any work. I could be sleeping! Or at least watching daytime tv! Have mercy upon me cruel universe!

My two present group members just got up and left! When I finish this entry I am definately going home.

How are you? Well, I hope. I am ok, the mice made me grin this morning. They are wired at the moment...they are mad prone to chasing each other with deafening squeaks. I got Maisy out, but she was too energetic for my morning self. They both smell much nicer now. There is nothing like sniffing a nice clean soft mouse.

My kind and wonderful mother, who I do not rave about nearly enough, has booked me and Bob a break in the lakes at Easter. I cannot begin to describe how much I am looking forward to this. The soul of the lake district is so wild and deep and rejuvenating. I hope I get some time alone to just soak it up and heal.

Have I told you how angry I am at the moment? At EVERYTHING. It is very odd, and I don't like it at all. I've always been a bit hot headed and tempestuous, but this is just deep anger and almost hatred of everyone for anything. Yesterday, I had to go upstairs to chill out because Mia had bought frozen lasagne in the same 2 for 1 offer as I had. What sort of person gets their individuality threatened by their housemate buying the same discount groceries as they do? Why did I have to snap at Angel for insulting the tv programme we had on? Particulaurly as it was some bottom of the barrel sunday evening fare about a b&b in gloustershire. Why was I so mad with Mia for talking about having pet rabbits? Some of this can put down to envy, but for the most part, it is just mad. Bob's cushion knows this all too well, it had the beating of its life when it's owner decided I should try and 'get it out'. More primal screams required methinks.

Does anyone else think the Oscars is a load of pig swill? Why are these people so self satisfied and smug? They only make bloody films! I've met brain surgeons less full of their own self-importance*. I accept entertainment is a valid career, and I like a good film myself, but flippin heck do these people love themselves! Especially Renee fecking Zellweger! Grrrah! Pass me a cushion!

Wooh! We just did some work. We decided to go home and think about it in a fortnight. My sort of meeting!

I have become the knitting queen again! Bow to my knitting prowess! Baby N is going to have some red shoes (well, bootees) of her own when we see her on Wednesday. I can't believe we get to cuddle our little girl in just two days time. In true aunt and uncle fashion, we have about 6 gifts for her. The ones I chose/made are all clothes, and the one Bob chose is a giant musical toy which I'm sure will be bigger than the girl herself. Very much a man's choice!

It does match her nursery interior though. Yay, baby girl visiting!

*This isn't actually true. I've never met any brain surgeons. But I'm sure if I did they would be kind, humble people.

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