I think it's my mother's reaction to boredom; she re-glazes another part of the house.

We now have a window-company-advert-board on my gorgeous tree. They NAILED it there. Fuckers.

In other, less angry news, I'm going to see my friends on Tuesday. Hell, yes. Get my fix of the North, too. & see Dad.

What more could I ask for? Oh wait, I know; to have left work befor 11pm tonight, having worked my buttocks off for 6 hours trying to do all the admincrap as well as everything else. Grr.

Last night I stayed at Fra's. I like doing that, because she has the most beautiful house in the world ever, and there's always coffee & croissants for breakfast. Occasionally I get to feed the chickens, & feel all happy to be alive.

The night before that, I saw Kadynski (band composed of friends) at the Steamboat. I really enjoyed it, too. We had pizza for the aftershow party.

So, tonight will be the first night in three which I've slept at home. If I think that in the right tone of voice, I feel really popular.

*sigh*

'Tis the season again, isn't it? I really, really vow to buy presents before December. Efficiency is my watchword.

I've eaten half a carrot cake today. I'm falling into my mother's trap to fatten me up; it's a plan of labyrinthine complexity.

How are some people so artlessly beautiful? I mean, it takes me at least an hour to look even vaguely socially acceptable, whereas Fra, for example, falls out of bed and into total, radiant exquisiteness. I'm trying to work out if I care about other people's looks or not. You know, I think I do. I mean, I *judge* people on the way they look. Isn't that sick?

I must, must, must exercise tomorrow.

Must.

(You wil notice, Senor Perez, how my diary has been updated at your request.)

:-)