Somebody could walk into this room

I went to see Brokeback Mountain this aft and... well I would like to be all insightful and erudite with my comments, but I can't. I'm crap like that. Needless to say, it made me cry.

However, the funniest and yet simultaneously most annoying thing was the two little old ladies sat next to me. One was providing a running commentary to the other one, and y'know I'm sure that she could see all this herself as she was watching the same bloody film. Though the comments of 'Oh I didn't realise it was that kind of film' and 'Ewwwww, they're at it again' made me chuckle.

In summary, Brokeback Mountain, v. good film. Go see it. And if you happen to be a soppy romantic like myself, or just hormonal, take tissues.

Not a fan of this full week working before Christmas.

Not a fan at all.

And why does it feel like a Thursday?

Gah, it's cold.

Not so cold that it hurts to breathe. Which is so not the most fun ever.

But more than a little nippy.

And in other news, rain is wet.

Especially that really fine stuff that soaks you but you don't notice at the time

And another thing...and no I did not drive when in this state.

Typing when tipsy is difficult. You don't want to know...or care no doubt...how many times I had to type thsi...bugger, this.

So there are many reasons why I whinge about work, but don't quit. When work is good, it's ohmygod like the best thing ever. When it's bad it sucks a serious amount of arse.

However. I truly enjoy working with the people I work with. I get paid more than I probably should for something that I find easy. No, as that shampoo ad says 'Because I'm worth it'. I enjoy talking. Like a lot. So it means that my job is a good job to have . I get to faff with stuff, and get paid for it. We laugh a lot. And sing. And did I mention we laugh a lot?

And some days people surprise you.

Fearless Leader ^TM thanked me, says he appreciates me, says I am wonderful, wished me a nice holiday and was generally most unlike him. See, it's things like that, that make the difference.

And really, in my opinion it's best to feel something about any part of your life passionately enough that you will whinge about it, or gush about it for days on end. It's better than being so totally indifferent to it all.

It's when that hits, when I don't care about it at all, that I will look elsewhere.

Or when I finally decide what I want to be when I grow up.

I hate colds, if only for the fact that they affect my ears too. They hurts, dammit.

And so not useful for a job where I spend most of the day on the phone.

Also why the frell do I get them over the weekend? Am I not owed duvet days?? It seems I may have angered the universe in some way. Curses.

I feel like hammered shite.

Ack!! My head hurts, and not for any good reason either, dammit.

Driving of the good, still. Though I want to have passed my test like yesterday. And a very silly half hour at work was had by all. I'm sure the fact that Our Fearless Leader^TM was missing was purely coincidental.

Just need to have me one of those things, what are they called??? Oh yes a life...sometime in the near future. That would be good.

So would this headache going, but you can't have everything. And why can't you? And, and erm I should just stop there. Yep.

Also why aren't icky and headachey moods? Ok, one of them is not even a real word, but I don't want to be one of the seven dwarfs.

Believe it or not, this post has not been influenced by the alcohol.

Today sucked, mostly.

This is ridiculous.

Why can't I get to sleep? No let me rephrase. Why can't I get back to sleep?

I feel ProPlus may be in use later in the day.

Ack. Too damned hot.

I thought the temperature was supposed to drop at night, dammit.