Expectations

"soon you will know that you are sane"

Hello there. I have recovered from my illness mostly now - hurrah! Although I've managed to give it to other people... oops. 

Yesterday I went to see the wonderful Malcolm Middleton with Fi. He was very good, and very Scottish (stating the obvious, but yes, Scottish). It was super cool, he had a double bass player who was, well, super cool. My descriptive vocabulary is massive, as you can see. But yeah. 

I think he's one of those people that you really have to see live, because his music sounds... well, not better, but different in a sort of better way. I know what I mean and I realise that probably made little sense. The point is that he was good, and when I'm feeling less like I shouldn't be buying lots of CDs, I will buy the rest of his albums. 

I got told off by Chrif yesterday for not having all of his CDs already. Hm. I randomly saw him in HMV. I was waiting for David, and looking around as you do, and was suddenly like "CHRIS!" it was cool. He got freaked out because I kept saying that his hair looked nice. Which it did, I was a little shocked, because normally it's really frizzy, but yesterday it was quite straight and nice hairy looking. Yeah. Then I went to Jesus Green and sat in the cold and didn't eat. Sensible. I took the picture there though. I really should've taken some photos of Malcolm Middleton, but couldn't be bothered to take my camera out of my bag. Talk about lazy. 

I'm really hungry. I'm sure I write that every time, it must be like I think about food and then think "I better write in my blog before I go and eat". 

It's strange how you can think a decision is wrong, and then when you make it anyway, you realise it was right and that if you'd decided the other thing then you'd be much worse off than you are now. You. I. Whatever. 

So anyway, all is good. Except I've managed to waste another of my days off. Whilst I was really happy about doing the Colosseum last week, now I haven't actually done any work for a week...it's not good. I've read Harry Potter today, and played games on the internet and done yoga. A thoroughly productive use of my time. I don't want to go to work tomorrow. But I have to. Hmph. 

Oh, I've remembered what I was going to write. The weirdest thing happened this morning. I woke up, as you do, and went on the internet on my phone, as you  do/may not. So, I went on Facebook, which I leave myself logged into, and only on rare occasions does my phone log me out of it, like if I haven't been on it in a while. So I go to the page, and on my news feed there are all these names I don't recognise, I'm scrolling down and thinking "I don't know any of these people". I decided to go on my profile page, as I thought there must've been some kind of mix-up, but I got onto the profile page and it WASN'T MINE - it was some random person called Chez. It was well weird. It's not like anyone else had used my phone, unless someone stole it from my pocket for the sole purpose of checking Facebook, which I doubt. Anyway, so then I went back to the news feed page, and suddenly it was mine again, names I recognised etc. Well strange. Now I'm a bit scared about whether this has happened to other people and whether other people may come across my profile and be much more evil than me and start messing my profile up. Eek. 

The Grand Arcade opens tomorrow. I'm probably going to go down there at some point when I get so bored of having no customers at work that I decide to subject myself to the million people avec small children who have decided to explore this amazing new Cambridge spectacle. I saw a bit of it through the barriers yesterday. I'm not terribly impressed, to be honest, it just looks like every other shopping centre you go to. Which is dull. They should've made it more creative. And when I say creative, I don't mean horrendous architecture like the Travelodge. Ming. 

I would say I'm going to do work now, but that would be such a lie, I'm actually going to see how long it will be until I get to eat, and whether I'll be able to watch Hollyoaks. Har Har. 

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