Nov 27 2007
Now comes the dog again
It is only Tuesday 
I wantssess it to be Thursday. Okay, okay, I’d prefer if it were Friday and the working week over, but if I was going to go that far I’d have to hope it was the 20th and I’d be on my xmas hols, but that is wishing your life away and is ever so dreary 
But Thursday’ll be fun as we are having a charity football match at work. Students v Staff. yay. And in a good cause, tis for concern, so we can feel good about ourselves.
To keep you updated, I still but nevertheless, here I am, typing away like a mad yoke. I spent ages yesterday putting photos up on my facebook account, and answering silly trivia questions. What else can one do when one is bored?
I’ve been reading Hilary Mantel’s A Place of Greater Safety but have decided to toss it for the time being. I’m getting nowhere with it, although I am enjoying it, it simply requires more thought and attention than I’m willing to give at the moment. Plus it, like, totally weighs a ton, so I can’t be dragging it about with me. Maybe over the break when I have the time I’ll get stuck back in.
My problem is that I don’t really know all that much about the peoples involved in the French Revolution, and that, together with their funny furrin names is confudling me. And the fact that I seem to only read it at weekends. Actually I’m guessing that last point is probably the real problem
I trying to figure out how much *fun* I should have at the xmas partay. Do I just be merry and go home early so I can go into work the next morning with no trouble? Or do I go out and get totally slaughtered and come to work still drunk? At the moment I’m veering towards the slaughtered option, it seems more fun.
Title is a line from the first chapter of A Plave of Greater Safety, no real reason, I just like the way it sounds. Tags: A Place of Greater Safety, drink, football, Hilary Mantel, work
