October 17th, 2003

Photo - leaves

rocky, cats, random stuff...

i present, for your reading pleasure (although i make no promise as to their coherence), two writeups...

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before i do the next one, however... a little rant.

i left derby today because i was too tired to do so last evening. in retrospect, however, it might have been a good plan to do so. i left halls at 1.00, which usually means i can be home by 3.30ish if i'm lucky.

i got straight onto a train, which was on time and everything. we got to burton, then tamworth, then wilnecote. then we got literally 10 minutes from birmingham new street. and stopped. for an hour and a f*cking half.

apparently, the power had gone out at new street, which meant the signals were down, which meant nobody could leave or arrive. anyway, after the long delay, we started moving. for twenty seconds. then stopped again.

approximately two hundred trains passed us coming out of new street in the opposite direction. another train, going in the same direction as us, went into new street. we remain, disgruntled, ten minutes from birmingham.

and finally, we get to birmingham, and the bus is stuck in rush hour traffic. i get home at 5.30pm.

needless to say, i was slightly annoyed. luckily, i'd mellowed by the time we got to the alex...

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so endeth the gush...

as a final note, i've had a wonderful idea for a piece of creative writing. since we've been learning all about multiple personality disorder with brottman, and on the video documentary we watched there was a woman whose personalities each wrote in the same diary, with different handwritings, i've been struck with an idea along those lines. a story from the point of view (or points of view) of someone with MPD, told through each of the 'alters'. and i need you guys to help me with the handwriting. :)

if i ever write it, is anyone willing to copy out various passages for me? they can either scan them and send them, or send me the actual things and i'll scan them. just let me know...

right, that's everything. i shall now go to bed and prepare for the consumption of lots of alcohol tomorrow...

oh, except that i have a job. it's at the vine inn in mickleover (which has a bus service that comes more than once every hour) and it's seven hours a week on thursday and friday nights, at £4.50/hour. yay job! yay job that gives me saturday off! :D

tuggerrrrred! (and also pirates because of growltiger, but he says "rrrra!" instead of "arrrr!"...)