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| Had a fucking brilliant work day yesterday. Well, A fucking brilliant day full stop really. My background painting went very well in the afternoon and everyone thought it was really good so I was happy about that. I just had such a great feeling at the end of the day, having done a really hard days work, I've been bored for so long I kinda forgot what it was like and I, rather pathetically, felt on a bit of a high after knocking something together in a day when I thought at one point that i wasn't going to make it. I love that stress. I'm still working hard on it today so it's been a really good couple of days. I popped out for a pint (as usual) with my flatmate last night. Had a good natter and a laugh, it's good when you can just sit with one person and not ever run out of conversation or owt like that. I mean, I live with him so you'd think we'd expend most conversations at home but I enjoy his company as, I'm assuming, he enjoys mine. He made the garlic baguette when we got in, he adds his own little bits to it, odd bits of cheese in the gaps, bit of nice salt and pepper on the top and covered in a little oil to give it a crispier exterior. Topper. I was quite tragically chuffed by being nominated by a few people for 'poster you'd most like to share a pint with' on the board awards. As my flatmate pointed out, 'I should put a post on there and tell them what a boring cunt you are in real life'. I was even more taken aback by a couple of posters putting me as their nomination for best overall poster. I should probably put in some sort of self effacing 'you really need to get out more' type cliched comment in there but I don't need to get out more, really. Although I'll happily admit being a little tragic, I'm comfortable with that. Just watched a new trailer for '300'. It looks fucking brilliant, all thunderous war type man stuff, and I can't wait to watch it come march. I'm painting up a stylised elephant this afternoon. There was a horde of pensioners outside the front door when I went for dinner, a sea of shuffling beige and slate grey. Why do you suddenly not have any colours on your clothes when you get old? They seem to stretch to a pale blue but that's the limit. It just makes pensioners look even more decrepit. Quite looking forward to the party tomorrow, get to go on the DLR too, which I always enjoy. fuck me, just dribbled milk down the front of my t-shirt, i'll look like a right mink now. Office is very empty today, and it's very pleasant. I was going to do a rant about how lad at work is encouraging (well, pushing quite hard) for his kid to use the fact she can play a flute quite well as her future career 'as she could teach people for 20 quid an hour or whatever, great money'. Two points, she's about 9/10 and how many people do you think are desperate to learn to play the flute? Let the poor girl decide what she wants to do with her life, fucking hell, she's only 10. but I won't do a bit rant about that as I'm feeling good because I have lots of work to do...yay! I have to phone the tax office but I really don't want to, officialdom scares me a little. Noisy fart, no one really in to notice it. | ||
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