A very pleasant weekend. A lovely vegetarian Inidan meal on Friday (thanks to Nosworthy for that one)and then a day of shopping on saturday. got a nice big coat that is slightly military feel to it, makes me feel like a Russian Commissar. Also a CD and then 2 hours browsing through Waterstones where I bought 4 books. Got some decent looking numbers, also remembered to buy Brave New World as I've been meaning to read it for ages. The gig on Saturday night was fantastic, apart from some surly venue staff. Also a gobby cow yammering away during the guy doing some songs that were just him and his guitar. Eventually a fella in front just turned round and said 'would you shut up' to which I chimed in and said it would be nice if she could shut her trap. She pissed off, so that improved things. It was ace when he played 'Spirals'.
Watched Cracker last night, it was quite shit.
Two old people gassing to the nurse in the corridor of the doctors surgery meaning I couldn't get past. She doesn't care about your fucking dodgy knees love, any chance you could shift so I could get to work? Why the fuck is a pensioner needing an 8:15 appointment?
Had a strange dream last night. I often get dreams where I'm lying in my bed, I seem to have a faultless transistion from awake lying in bed to asleep and dreaming I'm lying in my bed. It's quite frightening when it happens because I nearly always dream of other 'people' being in the room but I can't shout or move. Last nights was very clear, I could see a vague outline of a person near my bedroom door and I managed to say 'are you real or is this a dream?'. I kept saying that over and over and remember touching things and looking round to try and shatter the dream. Then someone sort of touched my hand and I felt quite comforted and less scared. And here's the bit that sounds quite fucking tragically sad. After repeating 'are you real?' to no avail I was then touching a dogs head with my hand. I knew it was my old, now dead, dog, Tess. I adored Tess while growing up, I went through a lot of hard times as a young un, what with my Crohn's and all sorts of other shit but I always had my labrador around as my friend. She lived to be the grand old age of 16/17, which for a labrador is pretty amazing and I was heartbroken when she died, even though I'd lived away from home for a few years when it happened. All in all it was just a very odd dream, I can't say I like getting these dreams but I suppose it makes for a lively nights sleep.
Unsure whether just to go out on Wednesday for my birthday with the err, two, people tht are close to me or whether to invite people from work along as well. I'm tempted just to leave it with the 2 people but I just don't know. I know I should invite work people but it's a question of whether I want to really. Hmmm, I'll decide today.
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