MEMEHUNTER

je n'ai pas du pantalons

My life has begun to calm down again.

Actually, that's not entirely true. My life HAD begun to calm down until last Friday when I got a big list of ARSE from my supervisor. Actually 2 lists of arse. Given that my musical finished on Thursday night (and went very well, by the way) and that I had just started to relax on Friday morning (day off work with massive hangover, hoorah), my life was calm for about... 4 hours.

Yes well. In a week or so, we have to journey to sunny Luton (woo) to meet our corporate sponsors and WOW them with our science. Cue my supervisor descending once more in to bintness and mild panic. I've been running multiple regressions all morning. I now pronounce myself bored.

I've clippered my head again. I melted the grade 2 guard in the washing machine so had to use the grade 1. Shorter than it's ever been before. Weirdly, cutting off your hair seems to compel people to point out to you that "you have no hair". It's hard to know what to say to that. I've been oscillating between looking surprised and feeling my head in shock
and insisting that they are wrong, and look, look at my flowing locks!

I want a new watch.

Also I am thirsty and the water fountain still tastes of disinfectant.

Ah well.

I got a nice letter from the nice people at Maverick TV yesterday, thanking me for my input in to their tellyprogram. Bless them. Maybe they'll want more from me for the ALREADY COMISSIONED (woo) 4th series of 10 Years Younger. We can but hope.

How very random all this has been.

Ah well, as you were...

posted by Memehunter @ 3:16 PM