The ordinary and the fabulous (how can you not love a book called that?)

Today I have been useless. But I feel good about it, so it's okay. ;)

I did find the most interesting section in the library half by accident today. Going in search of The Writer's Journey which my dissertation tutor recommended, found it in the Sociology section - wtf creative writing not good enough for its own section? smegheads - along with several shelves of books of and on, fairytales and folktales. Made myself put them back and firmly stamp on the geriatric bunnies for that Andy/Roger fairytale fic I wanted to write forever ago. I have a month after my deadlines and exam are over to do all that. Focus. Yes.

Oh and I found the book I originally wanted too. On the *top shelf*. I nearly brought the whole thing down trying to get it and really, I AM NOT THAT SHORT. ...Okay so even Hamster's taller than me but I'm not. You're just all... unnaturally... tall.

...Shutup. ;)

George emailed to say okay on me pulling out of the Dublin trip. *gloom* Feel like I disappointed him, though he didn't say anything much. Maybe that's what implied it. Compensated by buying another notebook from town yesterday. Yes, another £15 notebook. No, I did not need another one. Yes, I am crazy. Had a happy conversation with the lady in Down to Earth about Carrie Elspeth though. (While I was buying one her necklaces that I did not need and oh, god not going to Dublin does not give me licence to spend the money on crazy things.) Think I'd been limited to campus and Sainsburys too long and was building a quiet, burny hatred of the world so I needed the chill out day when I actually interacted with people. It helped. Me, not my bank account that is.

Another notebook. Jesus. I'm such an idiot. But it's pretty.

In retaliation for our accomodation being far too hot, I'm sitting here with the window wide open so I'm freezing cold. Starting to think rebellions work better if there's someone around to notice before your fingers drop off.

edit: Hey, the woman's coming up to visit tomorrow. Which means a trip to ASDA, hell yes! (Don't laugh; I don't get to go to real supermarkets very often in our little Tesco-less backwater of a city). Also means I get free trip into town and can buy Clarkson's new book that I've had my eye on for a while.

It also means I should probably go do some work. Yeah.

And I thought the theory that The Stig was an alien was funny.

( It's art but... probably not worksafe. )

I'm rewatching the episode where they do the radio show and it's still hilarious. I would've killed to listen to it when it went out live. Okay so they weren't exactly helpful but honestly all you grouchy Southern Counties people who called in to bitch, get a sense of humour. I don't listen to the radio because it bores me senseless; if trying something funny and different gets so many complaints, they'll never try anything new. A Top Gear radio show every week would be fantastic.

...Actually that's not a bad idea. Add it to the 'To-do When We Rule the World' list. I don't care if we have to give Clarkson the Nürburgring for as bribery.