Iola's Idiocy

Yes well it is - this morning I woke up at 5.30 (as I've taken to doing) and when 6.30 came andthere was no sign of sleep (as there usually is) I gave up so this morning I have read the 1st 2 chapters of "a short introduction to british politics" I am undecided as to whether this indicates that my underlying problem is a lack of mental stimulation - so I'm going to try and read more challenging stuff - or a belief that the book would be so boring it sent me back to sleep. What I now know is that I know far less than I'd like but far more than I did. I also need to use the dictionary more.

I will now finish getting dressed (early) and try to get to work early enough to listen to more of the intensley irritating talking book "inconceivable" by ben elton. His stuff is very predictable - you know they will have baby in end. The blokes bits are hysterical but sadly interspersed with the incessant whining of the woman who has failed to grasp (as a negative stereotype she wouldn't would she) that she is in fact a human being in her own right and not, as she has deceived herself, a faulty incubator for another life form. Whine whine whine. when will we live in a society that doesn't perpetuate these myths? However I feel obliged to continue, mostly as the book was a gift, but partly becuase Hugh Lauries reading of Sam's charcacter is laugh out loud funny, and just outweighs the anger the silly bint raises in my soul. (which is, I'm sure, just a redirection at the anger I'm feeling with myself for failing to do any of the tasks I should do right now outside work like getting my books up to date, facing the fact that I've failed to clear my credit card before the 0% runs out, and starting my assignments for semester 2, or even keeping on top of the weekly work)

you want to sit here? 

Don't jump man, it's not that bad 

Apparently Arty - the silly fat thing that allows me to live in her house - has developed a new yowl that sounds like pain but actually causes it. My housemate looked round too fast from her taxi yesterday morning, slapped her head and 1/2 hour later tried to leave a meeting feeling sick only to wake up on the floor jibbering. When I saw her at 9.30 pm she was still in a very bad way and today is still dazed and confused. The doc says "have stronger pain killers. oh do you have a job where you have to move around? well then you better stay off work until you stop feeling sick then". constructive. It makes perfect sense but a little more awareness of your patients notes would stop you sounding like a complete div Lady doc (or Mr Doc, who knows, but it was told in the feminine form and lets face it how many male GPs do you get these days - the feminisation of that workforce has depressed the salary in the classic way so they do all appear to go for surgery). Any way Arty is currently lying on the floor clearly dreaming of world domination and new ways of persecuting Loki - no wonder the poor boy tried to jump out of the window the other week!

Yesterday I registered with Live journal. Why you may ask? Well I thought I'd compare formats and there was something else, but I didn't know what it was, just a feeling. Now I'm thinking was it that lots of people I know are on live journal and I had been to a party where I was looked down on for not being on livejournal, was it that I was worried my chap may have referred to a drunk incident of my on his live journal and I am not allowed to read it? Was this all heading out of my sub-into my concious brain or was it the setting up of the account that triggered the escape. BUT this morning my head was very full of these issues. I was not a happy bunny. So I asked him if I could at least be copied into any reference he'd made to the incident (what you know about) and any feedback, becuase I was aware he didn't want me to have access to his live journal and much as I felt uncomfortable about this I respected his feelings. Hmmmm not sure quite what he really feels about this yet, as I did the splug in email thing (so I could put it in words and get it out of my head but obviously it's a bit too personal to someone else to put that splurg on here which is what I normally do) and have one this evening saying if I tell him my live journal name I can read his. Oh well will no doubt discover the truth on Thursday. It is a funny one though isn't it - I don't want to read it particularly I just felt scared about being excluded from a large group of people that I am told reference is made to me to but I can't see it.

Oh and I also wondered which format is easiest to post to. For the time being this will remain the place where diary like entries go (hey I don't want anyone I know reading this crap!) and social entries can go on the other one, and never the twain shall meet - until of course I say so, then they can meet as much as they like. Go for drinks, discuss me behind my back, hey discuss something a lot more interesting if they've any sense!