I used to wonder who watched this kind of shit. And here I am, sitting in front of The Nation's Favourite Love Songs, while me and The Dude communicate wordlessly over Facebook. She's sitting on the same sofa as me.
Work was pretty good, I was actually required to half think, which was oddly a welcome change. And, get this, actually did some reading and note taking for my essay that's due in next week on the train down to work and when I was waiting to get it back home. Shazzam. Yes, that is my new favourite word. I was sitting next to this really cute looking guy at the bus stop while he was reading an X-Men comic. I think he was the sweetest thing ever, and rather attractive actually. I felt a bit stupid reading 'Roman Imperialism', shameful...
A lot more productive, considering I've lived in the sitting room since returning (apart from a quick milk-emergency dash), playing on the Nintendo and watching the music channels. And not planning to move from the TV this evening either. Am thinking we'll bring in some work later this evening while watching a crappy horror movie (and thinking Slither or something like that).
