I'm tired, so just a few small notes.
1) I picked up a copy of THE BOOK today in York, and notice that by some oversight I'm not included. Shame on you, Tim. Shame, shame, shame.
2) I also got a copy of Anchorman to cheer myself up, because there's nothing more likely to lift your mood than hearing Brian Fantana say "Sex Panther: they say 60% of the time it works... every time". In fact, every line from that movie makes me wet my pants - but in a fun way. See, incontinence can be exciting.
3) I got a letter today from my employment agency to say that, since they lost some files due to flood damage in their office, I must sign and return the enclosed contract of employment. For the job I got fired from on Monday. If only they could take that administrative incompetence and channel it into more productive avenues. Say, continuing to pay me.
4) I had a crazy idea on the drive up to York this morning. I was taking my brother, a friend and his little son to do some Christmas shopping (of course, I ended up spending almost as much on gifts for myself as for everyone else, but fuck it). My idea was that after taking the guys home I should just keep driving, heading south until the money runs out. I've collected every penny I have in my various accounts, emptied my pockets and rooted down the backs of my sofas and come up with £841. That should be enough for at least a few weeks of sight-seeing, and once the last penny is spent I could sell the car and get a coach home.
Of course, I then realised that I have no idea where my passport is, can't speak French, Spanish, German, Italian, Dutch, Flemish, Swedish, Portuguese or Croatian (is that even a language?), I'm not insured to drive outside of the UK, and I still wouldn't have a job afterwards. Apart from that, though, it's a fucking good idea.
5) Again, thanks for all the comments, guys. It's good to know there are lots of people to fall back on when you're in a bad place. I think I'm coming out of it now. And before you ask the question, yes, I do have a nickname for my penis. It's called The Octagon. I also have names for my testes. The one on the left is James Westfall. The one on the right is Dr. Kenneth Noisewater. If you play your cards right, you might meet the whole gang.
OK, I'm spent. I'll just finish watching the freeway scene from the Matrix and then retire to bed with a good book. God, I'm so old.
Friends help friends ! You hang in there,because things will turn out alright for you !!
Posted by: Paul | November 25, 2005 at 12:18 PM