I'm sat in my bed watching bbciplayer. I just got out of the shower so I'm all soggy, but it's nice because the house is warm. I'm not sure how, because it's never warm, but it is.
I love QI so much.
Did you know it was the Russians who invented serving meals in courses? It was made fashionable by the Ritz in Paris who introduced the option to have your meal served á la Russe.
God, Stephen, I love you. He makes me really really happy.
Oh I'm all hungover from being high. I'm being really slow and ploddy.
Bizarrely, I ate two jars of Lloyd Grossman pasta sauce last night. It was really really addictive, but then I thought I should stop, because I would quite like something to put on my pasta for the rest of the week.
I am such a geek. I adore Horizon programs. They're the ultimate if they feature Brian Cox
but they're usually always really good. I'm getting really happy about watching it later, I'm such a lame.
The living room smells so nice from last night. We didn't even hotbox it. Oh Mary Jane. I sound like such an idiot. I really do.
I'm glad I had a distraction though, because I was starting to get sad. And although obviously it doesn't always help when you're getting sad, to get off your face (whether it's drugs or alcohol or whatever) but on this occasion it produced a marked improvement because I got distracted.
Oh, I was so angry yesterday. I was tweeting and shouting and ranting about it to everyone. I think I came across as both incompetent and mad. Which isn't an image I usually try to cultivate. It began in lecture, because it irritates me that I always have to wake my housemates up. If I don't do this, they don't get up, and I go to lectures on my own, which is annoying. But even when they're there, it's annoying. It stresses me out so much when I'm taking notes, and the other person is asleep, and will later use my notes to revise from. It's so so stupid. (None of the things listed, incidentally, are helped by the fact that I'm a horribly intolerant person.)
Anyway, then I just got really really angry with my housemate. And was listing on a piece of paper (I need to write things down, I think there's a word for that kind of person, apart from OCD I mean) and it got to being a really petty and horrible long list. I feel embarrased about it, but they are things that annoy me alot, it wasn't just spur of the moment. I dont' know whether that makes it better or worse. Stuff like her hair always annoys me. How she never gets it into any particular style. And it's a dirty blonde that I don't like, and it's all flicky and stupid. Arghh. It really drives me crazy. It's so stupid.
I really am such a horrible person.