What I was going to say before the bird hit the window, was that 30,000 is pretty cool. I wish I had counters for other things, like how many times I've said 'fuck' in the last year and a half, or similar things to that. It would be pretty cool if someone could invent something like that. But then it might be kind of like Big Brother (1984 not the horrible TV programme which starts again next week) and everything we do throughout our lives would be monitored. Still, it would be cool if when we die we got a sort of "you listened to this much music, walked this many miles, spent this many hours on the internet..." etc etc. To be honest, if I was told how many hours I'd spent on the internet, I'd be like "oh, fuck, can I have that time back please?" seeing as it'll probably equate to about a year of my life, if not more, depending on when I die.
Okay, so I went off on a bit of a tangent, but I'll get back to... whatever I was going to write about. Which was nothing. For work purposes I have decided today that the morning actually ends at 1pm. This allows me to be doing this right now, because once I'm done I'll still hopefully have an hour left to do the work I said I'd do this morning. Oh, such genius. And I did decide that last night, not this morning because I am being lazy.
This week is going to be a bank-related week. In that, I have to get a savings account. I told my mum last week that all my money is in my current account, and she freaked out a bit. Turns out you're not meant to do that, because you don't get any interest. I was never told, we didn't get taught stuff like that at school, therefore it is not my fault. So yes, another Co-op account, and I'll be getting rid of my Cambridge Building Society one, seeing as it'll be useless as soon as I move out of Cambridgeshire. Which hopefully won't be too many years away.
I'm thinking about America. Reading On the Road. Wanting to go there. The more I think about it, the more afraid I get of leaving my job. At least I have some kind of job security. As soon as I leave, there's nothing really safe or permanent about my life. Maybe things are better that way, I do not know, I haven't tried. I was titled "wedding co-ordinator" and "art director" at work yesterday. Which is a giant lie. I said to James "can I put it on my CV" and he said "yes" but it's a lie, so I won't. Like in Friends when Joey's CV says he can speak French.
I'm hungry. It's actually midday now. But I've got to finish this work before I can eat. The consequences of moving the morning into the afternoon.
There's another picture of the geese I saw at the farm shop the other day. I was going to take a picture of the apples growing on the tree outside my window, but I can't be bothered. Maybe another day. I was also going to take pictures of ducklings yesterday, but again, I couldn't be bothered to stop walking, although they were cute, and if I see them again and I'm not in too much of a hurry, I will stop and take a picture.
Also, today is 1st June. Hurrah! There aren't any pantomimes in June. Lol.
I better be off, work to do etc. I just have to read/make notes on 4 pages, but that length of stuff has been known to take me more than a day...
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